Suzanna Aye Novels & Stories

Checking my heels, I avoid looking at your flaccid belly emerging from the leopard blouse. "I should get married in a few days, if you don't remember.” “Oh, of course! Try not to kill this one too "she mocks. I repress a scream and manage to get to the table. Under Hunter's worried gaze, I take a cupcake carefully so as not to bump into my brother or Christian, however, I end up hearing someone say: "Who knew that Suzane Johnson with all her millions would be eating a 3.50 muffin." I ignore it, just as I pretend not to hear the murmur of one of them the moment I ask Daphne for a glass of water, "Suzane Johnson drinking tap water? What happened to your filtered water?"”

“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.

she suggests, taking a large drink of wine to steel her reserves. Sitting back, I indicate that I'm ready to listen. Suzanna rolls her shoulders, adjusts her blouse, and leans forward as she begins. "My father, Andrew, was a bit of a scientist and explorer," she begins. "A genius in more ways than one. He built the island where you discovered me. That's where I grew up."

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.

Her brothers walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving her in her cold room, with her damp tears collapsing in on themselves and her loud sobs that she kept to herself. 🌹 The tailors measured dutifully, whispering to themselves. They’d secretly give her pitying looks as if knowing the fate before her, but she caught those looks. If they thought they were sly, then she was James Bond. But it wasn't just them, though, all the maids, the guards, so-called henchmen, they all gave her those pitying looks. “Anaya,” She jerked furiously and accidentally knocked the tailor down,

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”