Novel & Cerita Amy In Rouge's Outfit

But it was literally the same exact dress I had just put on Ambrosia, it was just in bronze instead. “What’s so funny?” He asked me. I looked at Ambrosia who was smiling so big. She nodded to me. I snapped and put her in the rose gold dress. Ramses lost his shit. “No fucking way!” He said, pushing Jade to go stand over by Ambrosia. They were literally in the same dress, but just different colors. The girls posed and Ramses pretended to snap photos of them while they laughed about having the same dress with eachother.

I was under the impression that they didn’t need to learn to fight. We both whirled around at the sound of the wooden gate opening. Amanda walked over to us. She looked confident in her tight black training outfit. Her wavy, fiery red hair was tied into a knot on top of her head. Was she here for training or for showing off her curves? “Rogue!” she snapped, but then she laughed as she stopped just a few feet away from us. Avery rolled her eyes toward the sky. “She’s not a rogue anymore, Amanda. You heard what Alpha Jared said.”

She and Vanessa looked so much alike that no one would doubt she was twenty-two. She paused near the treeline and watched the city before her. This was where she had always wanted to be. Jessica shifted and quickly dressed in dark-wash tight jeans, black high-heeled boots that hit the middle of her knee, and a low-cut black blouse that left little to the imagination. The fabric was just sheer enough to let a hint of her lace bra peek through. Jessica fluffed her long blonde hair with her hands and applied more makeup than she could ever remember wearing. She loved the look; her parents would hate it, and that was just what she wanted.

Amy returned to her book when he was out of sight. The following evening, Amy quickly dressed up and met Reynolds in front of the house. “You look stunning,” he complimented her, opening the car for her. She had chosen a red gown, one her mother had recently let her try on. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places. The V neckline framed her face perfectly. Its bodice was adorned with little embroideries here and there and beyond the bodice was a long silky flowing skirt. Her mother always said red was her colour. She couldn’t have agreed less when she had looked at her reflection in the mirror. Amy was convinced the dress was made for her. Because the dress had a V neckline, she w

Though Rogue wasn't a slag man but she still didn't want to take her chances with him . She chose a navy scoop high neck satin dark green dress that came to her thighs and black stockings with matching black heels. Just for the heck of it she decided to pin her hair in a high pony tail that fell back to her waist and tightened the satin bow around her waist . As for make up , she looked at the copper mirror in her bathroom and tilted her head . Should she apply some ? but won't she look to excited if she do so but if she doesn't won't she look to casual about it ?

A soft knock on the door made me jump. "It's just me," a voice called. Female. Young. "I brought food." I hesitated. Kael had said no one could talk to me without his permission. Was this a test? "He said I could," the voice added, like she'd read my mind. "I'm Sage. The pack healer's daughter. I'm not... I won't hurt you." Slowly, I stood and opened the door. The girl on the other side couldn't have been more than sixteen. She had warm brown skin and dark curly hair pulled into a messy bun. Her eyes were a startling amber. Wolf eyes. But her smile was genuinely kind.

"He just left. Again." Glow looked up, her eyes softening. "He’s a Rogue, Lexi. Rogues don't know how to handle 'happily ever after' without expecting a trap. He’s probably out there making sure the world is safe for you. Or, you know, being an idiot." I looked at the dress hanging on the wardrobe. It was a deep, midnight blue—almost black—with a slit that reached my mid-thigh. It looked like the sky Ros had shown me at the lake.

"No. If it is a trap, I don't want you caught in it too." "That's exactly why I should come!" "Maya." I hugged her tight. "You're the only friend I have left. Please. Stay safe. If something happens to me, find my father. Tell him I tried." She was crying when I pulled away. "You better come back," she whispered. "I will." I didn't know if that was true. Rusty's Bar sat on the border between Pack territory and the Rogue-controlled parts of the city. Neutral ground, technically. But everyone knew the Rogues owned this place.

Amaya I stood stiffly in front of the full-length mirror bolted into the closet wall, tugging at the collar of my uniform. It was stiff, sharp-edged, and reeked of control—black with silver piping and that damned touch of red on the crest. Why red, of all colors? I hated red. Wore red when enemies were near. I used to cry at the sight of it as a child. I turned sideways. The outfit clung tighter than I liked, and the boots made me feel like I was about to salute someone I didn’t respect.

"Where the fuck is Amy?!" "Your woman is right here, dude" Ryan called out and Ace instantly let go of Axel, turning towards Ryan. His gaze softened as they landed on Amy who was dressed in a white gown, she looked pale but still as beautiful as ever. "A... Amy!" His voice came out in a statle.