Suzie Poo Novels & Stories

Suzy opened the passenger door and whispered, "Mr. Park?" There was no response. She resigned herself to the task of moving this nearly two-meter-tall man, using every ounce of her strength. After considerable effort, Suzy managed to get Liam onto the bed in the bedroom. She breathed a long sigh of relief and was about to leave when a pair of large hands found their way to her waist! With a bit of force, she ended up falling onto the bed with the man. "Mr. Park!" Suzy exclaimed as she was pinned beneath him. The hands that were on her waist were starting to wander...

As if he would ever give any kind of serious thought to any one human for any other reason than sustenance he required from them. "I want to play beer pong, let's go take a number Suze!" Violet was ready to party in every sense of the word and beer pong was one of her favorite ways to get down. She dragged Suzie along towards the keg for a third refill, Suzie was busy searching for Darren, though she would never admit how much she really liked him, or the fact that she put on those stilettos cause she knew he loved them on her. Violet knew just how much he really meant to her though, what kind of friend would she be if she didn't know Suzie's true feelings.

Though they kept hoping , they seemed to have been proven wrong as years went by . " Oh my !" Shouted Suzie from a group of six ladies and gentlemen as they reached them . " You look gorgeous in that dress , and even more majestic walking beside Mr . Handsome !" Suzie was an old friend of theirs from high school . Now married with two kids , She had never tired of matching them . " Good gracious ! You are cutier too , and in a fantabulous company of handsomeness itself ," she returned the compliment as they shook hands ." Am really honoured by your presence , guys ."

She was hoping that the ground would swallow her. "Don't lie," she tried to defend herself. "Don't lie," Damien imitated Suzi's tone. Suzi scrunched her face in irritation. "Broo," she whined. "Don't tease her," Doiminic tried to ease the situation. "Ohk. I will not." Damien raised his hand in surrender. Suzi was the younger sister of Damien. She was two years younger than Damien. Suzi was a cute girl with brown hazel eyes and blonde hair. She was the star of her family.

Suzy grabbed her head and scrunched her face in pain. "Are you okay?!" Oliver grabbed her hands. "It is probably her hormones making her go crazy, I mean what would you expect from a nymphomaniac?" Tiana patted her head tie. "If I wasn't in so much pain I would have ripped out your tongue myself you stupid witch." Suzy's orbs turned blue. It only changes to blue when her predatory instinct is kicking in such as her talent to foresee future events. Hilda packed near an abandoned house that looked like it had not seen civilization in decades. The place was eerie quiet and we all got out to surrounded ourselves near the passenger's seat where Suzy was seated.

“You look nothing like Jason. There's no resemblance at all. On the other hand, you have a handsome lad. He looks just like you, but he doesn't have your eyes.” Suzie's cheeks turned pink. She seemed to like the compliment. “Didn't your husband tell you that I was coming? You looked somewhat surprised when you saw me initially.” Suzie walked over to the couch where her son sat, and sat down. She sat beside him. I took a seat opposite theirs. “Mummy, who's this fine lady?” Slim asked as he brimmed with smiles. “She's your uncle's wife, my boy.” Suzie patted the child's head gently, then looked up at me.

I said and they sighed. "I'm really sorry for everything. I hope you'll give me a chance to fix my wrongs," I said and one of the twins held out a hand to me for a handshake. "I'm Suzie. I have a mole under my right eye. I hate pears. I love bananas. I want to be a doctor when I grow up," she said as I accepted her handshake. I grinned at her, warmth filling my heart. "I hope you fulfill your dream," I said and she giggled.

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole, but Suzie only tightened her grip on my arm, holding me there in the spotlight, a pet paraded for her amusement. Suddenly, a shrill voice pierced through the laughter. “Oh! Look, your pet dog has made a mess right here!” one of the women cried, wrinkling her nose as she pointed toward the carpet. Suzie gasped dramatically, pressing her hand to her chest. “Oh, Miss Julia, I’m so sorry,” she cooed. “It does that sometimes when it sees so many beautiful ladies in one place.” She giggled, a fake little trill that made the others laugh along with her.

] I rolled my eyes, wondering, ‘Thor the Tiger, is that really the plan? [That’s not right! You can’t bite the hand that feeds you. The one who ought to die is the zoo director. He ate my sister!] Suzy the Peacock squawked in a panic.

Seven days went by and Poppie emerged from the bedroom one night as I was watching tv. “Hey,” Poppie said as she walked into the living room. “Hey girl, how you feelin’?” I looked at her and she looked so pale. “Like shit,” she said, flopping down on the couch wrapped in a huge, fleece, hooded robe. She wrapped it tightly around her and sat with her legs folded in front of her. “Well, you had me worried for a few days, but it’s good to see you on the other side,” I said, looking over at her and smiling.