Suzanne Capper Novels & Stories

I said in a low growl. Marcus smirked, leaning in closer. “So, she is the reason why you went soft. The infamous Capone, who used to carve his enemies without blinking now babysitting a girl who can barely hold a gun.” “Enough,” William said with annoyance while pinching the bridge of his nose. He made his way to his feet. “Listen, Casio. Give over all your docks to us, and we can pretend this never happened.” His gaze darted to Whitney, then back to me.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Suzanne spoke earnestly and looked vulnerable, like a sweet, innocent girl begging for attention. However, James had no time to deal with her romantic interests. His heart already belonged to someone else. As long as she remained there, there was no room for anyone else. This time, James didn't care if he hurt Suzanne. He pulled his arm free from her grip and walked away quickly without glancing at her. Suzanne fumed as James ignored her. She was the Camberwell family's heiress and the president of the Camberwell Group. Men would usually treat her like royalty, eager to please. But in front of James, she felt insignificant.

He was dressed in a tailored suit, his expression hard and vicious. "Go buy breakfast. Sophia wants the caviar crepes from that place in the city. And coffee. Hand-ground. If you don't bring it back, don't bother eating." The card hit the floor with a sharp clatter. I glanced down. It was my secondary card, the one loaded with two thousand euros a month for living expenses. I didn't pick it up. I leaned against the doorframe and looked at him calmly. "Mr. Lovera, are you still half asleep? Or did you not understand a word I said yesterday?"

Before the neighbors assembled, and before they were beaten with time, Viv arranged their table, and they quickly sat for breakfast. He sat beside her wife Viv who was next to Zeff, and far from Phelan whom everyone feared already for the threat Ozouf had given earlier concerning possible changes on Phelan. Although it was still early, but all kept their eyes on her, so keenly to see her change and become one of them from the old packs.

Although my heart’s rapid beating was down a notch or two after the immediate effects of the jump a plan of action refused to come. The white suit’s fibres were luminescent in the dimness, something I became increasingly aware of as I caught the attention of leaving worshipers. Carver had warned the residue left from the Sending Dish would cling to it. It was still a better alternative to arriving naked. As well as the oddly glowing suit I wore the pair of lightweight slip-on shoes. There was a roll of fifty-pound notes stuffed in the suit’s right pocket. All of this had been Peter DNA’d. Carver had joked that a charge of counterfeiting would have no justification in a counterfeit world. Ver

We stopped by to talk to Cassie, the painting was already underway and I was quite excited to start getting things ready for the opening. I found myself telling Billie what I had planned on the drive back to the mansion. "I actually know some designers, I can get you a few meetings with some who I'm sure would love to showcase at the opening." "Really? That would be great! Thank you!" She pulled me into a hug, and I found myself hoping this was all sincere. It had been so long since I had a girl friend that this felt nice. "I better get back home." She said. "Why don't you have a look at the cottage? I'll talk to Gianni tonight for you about having you move in."

there’s a loud bang on the door then it fly’s open to reveal a slightly pissed of man and a very amused Zane. “I’ve come to tell you that as much as I love your of key and extreme butchering of a classic, that if you don’t shut the fuck up Mr. Caputo two cells down has offered me his very beautiful daughter and a million in cold hard cash for three minuets and a filet knife to shut you the fuck up” the man says with a raised brow as if to ask me if he shout take the man up on his offer. “Tell my fellow celli that I’m taking request” I smile sarcastically showing all of my teeth.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

I was sure, she would not see me as her long lost cousin, Melina Cage. “How dare you turn your back to me!” Suzanne attempted to pull my arm to swing my body and face her. In a reflex, I caught her hand and turned around to twist her arm in an excruciating manner. “Ouch! Let go of me, you wh*re!” Suzanne would never change. Always thinking that she was above all woman. She thought no one dared to harm her due to her being one of the heiresses of Cage company.