Suzanna Aye Novels & Stories

“Com’on, don’t choke on your food. Here’s some water.” “I wonder why I can’t even eat in peace,” Ava said in between meals. Her eyes turned watery as she chewed and tried to swallow everything at once. “I’m sorry but I’m just curious. You love him right? “Aunt,” she breathed in and out trying to stay cool, “you know I moved in newly. I mean he’s been here before me. He is good-looking and he looks responsible too. Well, I think I like him.” “You think?” “I don’t even know his name.”

Who am I fooling? Okay, I was more than curious, and I thought this was way better than going out on a date that only gave me false hope. I quickly signed up with a new username. Then I hit the preview of the Nutella girl. Nutella girl? That's cute. Sindy Kate. I read it aloud, making me laugh like a twit. It sounded like the word syndicate. Then there she was, live in the flesh. She had a slim figure, almost skinny, but her arms were toned though. Her round face had a little hint of makeup, not too much—that was what I liked in a woman. Her full lips painted with glossy pink.

Lyra's POV “Suzanne, how did you get here?" I asked the new girl. “I was taken from my parents. I come from the Moonwater Pack. I've not seen them since I was five,” she replied timidly. "How old are you now?” "Twenty.” Something in me shattered. "I'm so sorry about that, Suzanne, but you'll love it here, I promise.” Saana came back into the room. Her eyes went from me to Suzanne, and back to me.

Suzan watched her from across the counter. The moment Aria stepped out of the kitchen, walking quickly down the hallway, Suzan’s expression changed. The softness disappeared. She moved fast, practiced. From her pocket, she pulled out the small vial, unscrewed it, and tipped a measured amount into the food Aria had just prepared. She stirred once. Twice. No hesitation. This wasn’t the first time. And in her mind, it wouldn’t be the last. She wiped the spoon clean and returned everything to its place, already imagining runways, flashing lights, cameras calling her name. One step closer. That was how she saw it. Always one step closer.

"Tail. As in Mermaid?" "Not exactly," Suzanna continues explaining that her mother had been born with a rare mutation that gave her interesting abilities to change her shape and maintain it perfectly if she wanted to. When her parents met, her mother appeared to be about 18 years old. "She never lost that face," she added. "Even when she died, she was 18, although, at best guess, my father thinks she may have been at least 80 at the time of her death." "Anyway, I'm off topic," she smiles. "I know this story doesn't make sense yet, but it will. It is all connected."

Just as the knife’s tip was about to touch Suzy, her eyes, which had been tightly shut, suddenly snapped open. The moment their gazes met, Yara froze, her eyes filled with terror. “You… how are you…” Suzy’s smile was calm, but her words cut sharp. “How am I not unconscious, right?” From the moment Suzy had stepped through the door, she had caught a faint scent lingering around Yara. It was subtle, but with her sharp sense of smell, it was impossible to miss.

She slowly lowered her phone, her gaze fixed on Davey. "Suzanne? That same Suzanne? What does she have to do with anything?" He plunged in, ripping off the bandaid. "Suzanne is the CEO of Veritas Corp." The words hung in the air, heavy and charged with unspoken history. The silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the crackling of the fire.

If I may” “He got held up in the states, but he'll be back by next weekend, and our had some business to handle”, one of the men answered. “Ah, alright, right this way then”, my father ushered them into the living room. “This is the bride to be, Anaya” Serena looked at me, she scrutinised me head to toe as if checking out a dress. “My sons, Antonio, Marco, Davide,” he turned and looked disdainfully towards... “and my youngest son, Luca.

Susan wants her and she’ll go if that’s what Susan wished. “Bash..listen to me” “No! No! No! You listen to me. You are not going anywhere. I’ll take care of everything” Zara clasped her hand with his and took him to the kitchen which is a bit far from the people in the living room. “Bash, I know you can save Bronson but Susan wants me and she’s not normal now. She’ll do anything to get me. Let’s not waste a minute. I want to know why she is doing this. Perhaps I can get information about Medusa from her”

"More pancakes, Amora? That Alpha pup is going to need every calorie to fuel those growth spurts. You’re eating for a future King now!" Susan Wayne, Oscar’s older sister and the pack’s lead healer, beamed as she slid another stack of golden-brown pancakes onto Amora’s plate. Susan was a whirlwind of earthy energy, bright-eyed, steady, and completely unimpressed by the stiff, high-society protocols Amora had lived under for years. To the Wayne Pack, Amara wasn't a billionaire’s discarded wife; she was a protected female carrying a sacred weight.