Unperfect Susie Tate Novels & Stories

Simon I am as nervous as I am excited, today I get to see Marcus, finally! When I showed up at the hospital yesterday, I had been expecting the usual disappointment, so when the nurse greeted me with a broad smile, I had been confused. She was as excited as I had been when she finally told me I could see him today. I know for her, there was some relief from having to watch me show up every day and go home disappointed for three straight weeks. I changed for the third time; I had left the office early so I could come and get ready for him. I wasn’t sure if I should wear my suit since he loved me in it or dress casually since it was, you know, a hospital. Ultimately, I chose a button-down whit

Susie, a doctor, cast a meaningful look at Patricia, and warned, "You have to be careful in the future. Don't let someone, with ulterior motives, interfere with your relationship with Mr. Langley." Debbie smiled faintly and gracefully replied, "No worries, I have confidence in my fiancé." Susie looked disdainful, "Mr. Langley is a good man, but he's defenseless against seduction from someone with ulterior motives! Anyway, listen to me and be more cautious, or you'll end up crying in the future." "Thank you, Susie!" Debbie expressed gratitude. Patricia knew Susie's words were pointed towards her. She furrowed her brows tightly, approached Debbie, and asked expressionlessly, "Debbie, let's mak

Layla asked but Santiago shrugged. "Some things happen. I will try to do everything fast and meet you there" He assured her before leaving. "Make sure to come. The kids won't be happy if you are not there" She hugged him and watched him leave without asking the reason, knowing that even if she did ask. He won't say anything to her. "I wonder what's making him bail this meeting at thjs moment" Sue tries to push the uneasy feelings out of her head and concentrate on choosing an outfit with the hell of Clara that was there to help her choose the perfect one.

I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System. In the past, when we argued, Spencer said I was too jealous, immature, and not independent enough. I was not respectable and definitely not the sort of “Mrs. Greene” he wanted. After I was bound to the system, I prioritized him every time and ensured he was always satisfied. So, on the TV screen, I smiled calmly, raised my hand, and hushed them. Then, I accepted one of the microphones and smiled at the cameras. “Spencer and Ms. Xander are only business partners.

He raised his cane and pointed it at Matteo's chest. "Her name was Maria Genovese. Nineteen years old." Sweat beaded on Matteo's forehead. "I don't know what you're talking about—" "Still denying it?" I stepped forward and pulled a hard drive from my purse. "All the proof is right here. And it's a lot more complete than the copy Bianca stole." Bianca looked at me, a storm of emotions in her eyes. "This is all the footage from our cameras, plus a full backup from your core server." Nico took the drive and handed it to Don Genovese. "Includes the full kill list and detailed notes on every experiment."

I heard her yelling before she hung up. I dialed Emma's cellphone number with shaking fingers. "Hey Susan. How are you?" she answered in her usual cheerful voice. "Emma." "Oh, dear Jesus. I'm so sorry about what EJ did. He had been punished and-- " "Zenia tried to kill herself. She's in the hospital, and I don't know if she's going to be okay." "What?" I began crying through the phone. "Susan, I'm on my way. ETHAN! ETHAN! EJ!" she began calling. "Susan, we're coming."

Tanya was seated beside her, complaining, "Why do we all have to wait just to start a simple—" She cut herself off mid-sentence when her gaze landed on Mason. To be fair, he really was the type of guy talent agents loved handing business cards to. In my opinion, he was way more handsome than Eric. Just as Tanya reached out and tried to grab his arm, he turned his body sharply to the side to dodge her. "Whoa, you scared me." Jokes were jokes, but I still couldn't let Eric steal the spotlight meant for the male lead. As I approached the table, I saw him in a pristine white suit, sitting in the seat that was supposed to be mine.

* So he wouldn't talk to me or reply to my emails, but the second my mom arrives, he's already spilling all the tea? "You know about the Don?" She nodded. Sebastian had never responded to my email. How did he— "Why didn't he respond to me? If he had taken just a second to respond, maybe I wouldn't be this worked up." I pulled away, pressing my fingers against my forehead where it was beginning to ache. "I'm sure he had a good reason..." "Definitely not," I hissed. From the corner of my eye, I spotted Susie. She was dressed in a purple formal dress, her hair pinned up, with a black jacket hanging over her elbow. Her smile was reassuring.

“Who could find *you* lacking?” “Of course you’d think that.” An unwelcome voice slid out of the shadows. Susie stepped into view, arms crossed, a sleek black collar with a small metal tag reading *10* circling her throat. Fresh bruises marked her wrists. “Not everyone is content with a mere Charlie,” she said, gaze flicking between them with open mockery. “If someone rejected him, it simply means they were aiming higher.” Susie crossed her arms tighter. The black collar and the number *10* made her new rank impossible to miss. Multiple dark marks decorated her neck—Ronan’s or Blaise’s, Kaela didn’t care to know.

Susie Webb was about two hundred pounds of middle-aged sweet-faced girl in a navy blue tailor-made suit. She stepped into the office like she owned the deed on every man’s soul. You didn’t need to see her résumé to know she was the girl who hired people to polish the bullets for cool guys like Elky Jennings. She was HR, if HR stood for Human Reaping. Middle-aged, yes. Overweight, sure—but carried it well. Susie wore lipstick of the color of fresh bruises, hair in up do knot, sleek and smooth as a death certificate, pulled up so tight it looked like it had to hurt her brain.