Amy In Rouge's Outfit Novels & Stories

The man is always snapping at someone. Harold smirks at him in reply before turning to Lydia, “What pack did you come from?” “What part of not your concern do you not understand?” Gray tells him. “Besides you should not be asking that kind of question,” Ray speaks up. “What, is it touchy topic for rogues or something?” Harold asks. “Are you not a rogue?” Lydia asks. Harold laughs, “Me, no I’m just really good friends with this asshole. I guess you can call me a rogue supporter or a rogue by association.”

I think I’ll be able to cover my bruise with enough foundation and setting powder. A little foundation, contour, blush, mascara, and lip gloss later I found myself walking into my closet. Hmm… will heels be too much? Is too much, okay? Maybe I can pack a bag to carry my boots and leather clothes with me just in case I have to fight. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. I sifted through my dresses and picked one I had always wanted a reason to wear. Ironically, it was my new favorite color, ice blue. The same color as Ryder’s eyes. The straps crisscrossed over my chest, leaving a small gap for a little cleavage to peek out. The back was completely out, and it showed a large portion of my long legs. I s

~ (Ramses) I admired my reflection, the bronze suit gleaming in the dim light. The black accents and tie added a touch of sophistication, while the subtle messiness of my hair lent a hint of rebelliousness. I struck a pose, the bronze undershirt peeking out from beneath the black vest, and smiled, satisfied with my flashy ensemble. Tonight, I was ready to make an impression.

“Rouge... harder, please—” I panicked. I needed to get out. I took a shaky step backward, my hand reaching for the doorknob. Rouge stopped. He froze completely mid-thrust, his thick, rigid length still buried deep inside his woman. The woman looked confused. Slowly, terrifyingly, Rouge turned his head over his scarred shoulder. His eyes weren't silver. They weren't icy blue. They were a burning, lethal crimson. The moment his gaze locked onto mine, I felt that again, I am in danger...

Theirs is another world in which we don’t fit. I turned back to look whether he is done with his conversation or not when an awful sight caught me. It’s Amy in a pink cocoon like jacket which is fleece, shearling and fluffy faux fur. I glued to where I am. She looked surprised. Eventually, the smug made appearance on her face. “Sista.” Her eyes grew wider which abruptly changed the expression. She took a step back, “Are you stalking us?” She questioned.

I hated rogues a lot, I couldn't even stand them, and I don't care if she is my mate or not, a rogue is a rogue. "She's our mate, you need to accept her." My wolf said. "I'm not rejecting her, but that doesn't mean I like the fact that she's my mate." I turned my back on her and left the torture room, my head started spinning after my wolf's statement, a part of me was happy for my wolf, and the other wanted revenge, revenge for rogues, I wanted to kill every last one of those bastards, I would gladly take out my anger on my enemies.

They do not look thrilled with the way I barged in to the clearing, all guns blazing. One of the, Murray, eyes me coldly. He's holding a rope in his hand. The other end is wrapped around one of the rogue's neck. The other is Amy. A short, stocky woman with a scar over one eye. She's holding one of the rogues down, pinned to the forest floor. "Rylie?" Amy asks. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," I stammer. But it is. Something is really very wrong. Because the pack are preparing to slaughter the enemy, and the moment I look into the panic-stricken eyes of the rogues, I see my future self.

Amy teases, sensing the underlying curiosity. Before I can respond, she hung up, leaving me with something to think about. Was this a date? I quickly shake off the thought and return to the suite to prepare. I open my suitcase to look for something to wear and I come across one of the outfits Amy had packed. It is a long, sequined, off-shoulder gown with a slit in the front. I couldn’t help but smile; it was the perfect piece for tonight. I pair it with a pair of strap snake-print heels. I style my hair, curling it into soft waves before pulling it into a messy bun, leaving a few strands to frame my face.

But thinking about Arizona helping her out and turning against them, have to be the most absurd hope she couple possibly muster! There is no way in hell and beyond that Arizona would just want to help her out most especially from her allies. It is over for her..... Amber's Auburn hair was pulled up in a pony and, just like Anastasia, she wasn't in her uniform either. Instead, she wore a leather short skirt and a deep blue sweater that perfectly matched the colour of her very deep blue-, greenish eyes. A chain belt encircled her thin waist and leather boots were worn. Her lips were tainted with black lipstick and her lashes were long and thick, accentuating her perfectly cat-eye-shaped eyes.

I cringed at the dark purple coloring that developed, and considered covering it with makeup before the party started. After I got out, I put on the angel costume that was entirely too short, and put my robe over it so that I didn't get any makeup on it. I quickly covered my wrist in concealer, and grabbed the angel wings and halo off of the bed before going to Amy's bedroom. Amy had a skin tight all black bodysuit on, with red contacts on, and blood dripping down her chest. Her long black hair flowed down her back, almost touching her butt. She smiled when she saw me, and her sharp fangs were a clear indication that she was a vampire.