Amy In Rouge's Outfit Novels & Stories

Hunt untied the rope from around my hands and once they were free, I rubbed the red rings around my wrists. "So can I leave?" I stood up and as I tried to move around him to get to the door, he caught my wrist and pulled me back. "I can't let you leave." "Why not?" My voice was laced with annoyance. "I did not do anything wrong." "Unfortunately I make a lot of decisions but my pack won't like knowing that we have a rogue on our hands and I'm about to let her loose, especially with all the attacks going around. For all we know," Hunt stepped closer. "You could be the wild rogue just trying to talk yourself out of a sticky situation."

He still wasn’t done with her. Ryder swiped to the next frame. Three hooded figures entered. Trailing behind them. Shadows clinging like dark intent. Shiloh whispered, “No…” Ryder zoomed in, though smoke, crowds, and lantern flicker blurred the shapes, their faces covered. But the centre figure… The coat… A deep, unmistakable red. Abel exhaled sharply. “I think it’s her, the Crimson Rogue? Intelligence suggests this is her preferred garb.”

Alex says walking up next to me and putting a hand on my shoulder, drawing my attention from the house and to him and Becca, who is clinging onto his arm. "See I told you he would be fine," Alex says, causing me to turn back towards the house, and see my mate standing there, and just by him standing there causes me to release a breath of air that I didn't know I was holding. After staring at him I notice the big and small gashes, on his arms and torso. I feel a nudge on my shoulder and look to see Owen with Dennis hanging on his arm, behind me and when he sees me looking at him, he smiles and nods his head towards my mate, in a silent go to him, and I don't need to be told twice. I sprint to

He must have some plans for her. "Your majesty, You woke up, I hope you didn't have problem here, I came here to give you this." The guy with bright blue eyes muttered wearing a small smile, his soft smile did help her drumming heart a bit. He placed a neat and clean dress on the couch confirming her assumption that yes, the rogue king fancied black after all the dress was painted the with same color.

Then I’d answer my own questions in my head too. He probably likes red a lot. This doesn’t show too much cleavage, it’s just right. The neckline isn’t all bad. He got all of these dresses for me knowing how they’d look, there was no way he’d think of me as a whore. Right? “Amber…are you going to pick a dress already?” Arya finally voiced out after standing behind me for so long and helping me into the dresses. I swiftly turned back, gripping the red long velvet dress I now had on. It was simple, straight and had a slit that rode up to my thighs.

I want to dance my heart out, and I don't need some colored sweat dripping on me. I complete my look with a blue jump short and flat boots. I pick my black leather jacket and I place my phone in the pocket closing the zipper. “I am ready now, Zama.” I say as I style my blonde hair in a messy burn. For some reason, I don't want to look dashing as I always do. “Are you serious, Ruby?” She asks, eying my clothes. “That simple? It's the Alpha's party, for goodness' sake.”

I was all excited but seeing Layla’s horrible expression on everything, seriously ruined my mood at core, though i didn’t show it on my face but deep inside, i was hurt. I dressed up in denim joggers paired with a mustard coloured crop top, and my white shoes. Stick my hair in a ponytail, and a light make up to enhance my features. I always loved dressing as simple and comfortable. Whereas Layla wore a tight fighting bodycon with pumps, like she is attending the grammy here. “Are you ready?” I asked her. “Yeah, almost done.” she replied while putting a lip gloss over her red stained lips. After she was done with her makeup, we left for breakfast. The toast and the juice welcomed me.

Amy waved at Ace who just waved back and walked inside the house to leave both of them outside. Walking around the car, she finally got a full view of Amy, she was wearing a jogger with a matching hoodie with some beat up white trainer, all in all she looked like someone who went jogging and that was not the Amy she knew, Amy didn't work out, she claims God had given her the perfect body therefore she didn't need to work.

Her caramel skin was on show with her yellow off–the–shoulder top which revealed her glistening collarbones and a bit of her cleavage — much to her boyfriend's chagrin — tucked into her high waisted ripped blue washed jeans, cobra–skinned heeled boots and a white Gucci purse to compliment the whole outfit. Seated beside her with the same mischievous smirk that seemed to have never left her face since college was Aubrey Black. Aubrey was also a 25 year old black woman with shimmering dark skin like that of a caramel apple. In contrast to Amari's long hair, Aubrey had shoulder length kinky and Afro–type golden brown hair with light brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief under the dim

The next day came fast. It was 6am, the mobsters were already getting ready to move. The one’s positioned to surrounded the environment, were already driving out to their assigned locations. Amy was in her room, getting dressed for the mission. Her goal was to look seductive enough to grab Athan’s attention. She did her makeup, Rita helped her to style her hair into two cute buns. She was finally done dressing up. She looked at herself in the mirror, she was putting on a casual but attractive outfit. A long black leggings, white cropped singlet and a black fur jacket over the singlet. The singlet has an opening that left her cleavage seductively open, and a long black boot.