Unperfect Susie Tate Novels & Stories

Anyhow, now it had received a facelift and new residents. I have come to terms when it comes to Susie. She was Matt's past, but I am his future. Matt and I had been intimate for hours and hours back at the cabin. We had become close, and there were no secrets between us. He told me Susie knew who I was but never mentioned knowing me, yet she attempted to say my name on her last breath. That wasn't all. She had tutored Carl that I would be his mother one day and even given him a picture of me. All this, without Matt having a single clue what was going on. This information made me resentful. Susie could have ended the torture Matt and I went through, but she chose to be greedy even though she

Susan sat on her bed, the dim light casting shadows on the walls, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic mix of longing and resentment. She stared at her phone, heart racing as she contemplated her next move. Sebastian had always been the one who got away, and now, watching him with Kate felt like a bitter pill to swallow. Scrolling through Kate’s I*******m, Susan’s frustration bubbled. Each photo of their seemingly perfect life felt like a dagger to her heart. It was time to take action. She took a deep breath and opened a new message.

Chapter 27 The SUV sped down the empty highway, city lights dwindling in the distance. Lena gripped the wheel in her fists, her heart pounding. The blast had given them minutes, but those were not nearly enough. Mercer sat quietly beside her, his hands trembling against his leg. He wasn't the calm, invulnerable kingpin now—he was a man running from death. Damien, seated behind Mercer, reloaded his gun. “That was sloppy.” Evelyn smirked. “It was effective.”

At that time, you could find their faces just from a casual glance at a tabloid magazine, so Rita's impression of Susie was still fresh. "Raymond's suit?" Looking at the things in her hand, Susie walked up with an air of arrogance. "Hand it to me." "Hand it over already!" Her hesitation seemed to irritate Susie. Rita examined the woman before her, gaze falling on the phone bag belted to her waist. As Susie yanked at her, Rita suddenly loosened her grip. Susie fell over backwards on the floor, the clothes and makeup scattering in a mess over herself.

I take out my phone and I open Nolan's picture and show it to Susie. “Ooh yes. He's totally hot.” Susie smiles. “Look at those muscles and biceps hidden underneath that suit... He's fine as hell, girlfriend. You can't waste any time and let some other bitch snack him up...” “We both agreed to take things slow and let things flow as they should.” I inform Susie. “I'm in no rush to have a boyfriend especially if he turns out not to be the right guy for me.” “I disagree, Matilda. I don't believe slow and steady wins the race when it comes to relationships. You both need to go in there and give it your all.” Susie holds out her two hands into fists and it's like she's about to punch someone.

She continued with the newspaper. "I'm Jake by the way. Jake Tucker." She now looked at him. "I'm Susan. Susan Hills." She was about to lower her head. "Such a beautiful name." "You think?" "I've never seen a lady who goes by the name Susan that wasn't ever beautiful. I bet if you take off your glasses, you'll have me spellbound." More like fall in love, Susan thought. She had the most beautiful reddish-brown eyes written in blood, danger, and death, but no one ever saw that. All they saw was beauty, the woman of their dreams, their future, but never what came next.

Her thumb was above the screen for a period of time she'd never precisely measured but that had felt like standing at the edge of something. The slight shake of the phone in her hand. The way she'd had to talk herself through it, telling herself it was just a photo, just a text, just a small thing. She thought about the soft ding when it was sent. She thought about turning her face into the pillow and lying there in the dark feeling entirely exposed, having done something she couldn't take back. She thought, Susie. "You knew," she said. "I suspected," Susie said. "Very strongly. Based on three years of empirical observation and one very specific afternoon in October of year eleven when I wat

“You’re not going to let her come in here and ruin what we have, are you?” “What you have is nothing but lies,” Charlotte said, her voice rising. Susan’s eyes darkened as she turned back to Charlotte. “You think you’re so perfect, don’t you?” she sneered. “But you don’t know everything, Charlotte. You don’t know the kind of man Astor really is.” Charlotte frowned, her heart racing. “What are you talking about?” Susan took a step closer, her smile cold. “Ask him,” she said. “Maybe your lover is actually a mulderer..”

I After providing Trudy's room number to Susie, and making it clear she could come as long as she didn't cause any trouble, I hung up. Moments later, Susie stood in the doorway to Trudy's room, her eyes dark and intense, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I moved towards her, intending to intervene, but she pushed me aside without a second thought. Her focus unwavering as she strode towards Trudy. The word "mate" escaped her lips in a low, guttural growl, rendering us speechless. Susie's eyes returned to their normal state, the intensity fading as she took a step back. Shaking her head in disbelief, she muttered, "It can't be. It can't be you."

“I mean, Cole Huntsman is every girl’s dream. He’s freaking perfect—an absolute god. He’s handsome, has excellent grades, excels in sports, sings and plays instruments, is part of a well-known band, and is insanely rich. What more could you ask for?” “Maybe for him to treat people like actual humans instead of objects? Am I wrong? He’s not the epitome of a perfect man. His attitude is trash.” Sue’s eyes widened as if she had just seen a ghost. I smirked. Did I hit a nerve? I thought so. “Girl, we can’t just judge him based on rumors,” she argued, pinching me lightly. “Huh, I’m not judging him. I’m stating facts,” I replied.