Betty Rubble Cosplay 소설 & 이야기

He left before I could press further. Ruby waited in the hallway with a garment bag and a cigarette between her lips. "Morning, baby girl. Let us make you pretty for your funeral." "Ruby—" "Save it. I know you are scared. Hell, I am scared. But we are doing this anyway because that is what Cross women do." She pushed into the room. "Now strip. We have got work to do." The dress was not white. It was black with red accents—club colors from both the Reapers and Vipers woven together. Ruby had designed it herself.

she raised an eyebrow at him. While on the other side, Chloe is waiting for Ruby with Ian and Taylor. Ruby rushed to them, climbing the stairs in a fairy dress with wide-opened wings, smiling broadly at them. “Oh, my gosh. What’s this costume?” Chloe asked in shock. Ruby looking stunning. Chloe herself can’t resist staring at her friend. “It represents the wings team. Huge support to them.” she twirls around in her blur-fairy dress. She looks like a young girl who escaped from a fairy tale story.

It shattered against the wall, the base spreading bits of white across her plush carpet. She wasn't related to Betty by blood. She was a Beta! She was supposed to be royalty! And yet, that girl's very existence was dragging Ruby into the gutter. Even after the beating she had given Betty in the basement, the rage in Ruby's chest hadn't reduced. It was a black, oily swell. "I won't be a reject," Ruby hissed, her eyes wild in the mirror. "I won't let her ruin me." She took off her home clothes and put on a very short skirt that hardly covered her hips, a smooth top with a neck that went down to her belly button, and high heels.

A small part of me was glad he cared even a little bit about me. Ryan got it worse, he got a few bites and claw marks so he went to the nurse. The other girl, Sabrina, had a few bumps to deal with. We were at the site of the incident. I wore Kade’s hoodie to hide my uniform, which gave away my rank. I watched as he spoke to Sabrina, a beta with long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She spoke with a bright smile for a girl who’d been beaten up. “Does that make you jealous?” Alex whispered in my ear.

He knows. "Crystal, you made it!" Ruby beams from behind him and steps forward, blocking him from my line of vision. She's spreading her arms wide in her blue and white jock jacket that's covering her white singlet. Her slick black ponytail is resting over her shoulders and her glam makeup makes her look a little older than her baby face. "Where do you think you're going?" she says and pulls me into a hug. Once again, the stranger comes into view. Stranger.

She waved over the nearest shop assistant who was arranging clothes on a rack. “How may I help you?” the girl asked when she came over. Ruby gestured at the clothes on display. “We can’t seem to find what we’re looking for.” “Perhaps I can help then. What exactly do you need?” “Clothes for a costume party,” Ruby explained, “We are going as Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.” The attendant smiled. “Oh, Harry Potter fans, I believe?” “You can say that again."

"I hope you have a better plan cause I want to keep it interesting. It's been so long since I had a good fight." "I've got things on my sleeve and I'm not planning on being merciful with a quick and painless death." "Good. Cause I'm not either." The butterflies flew around Ruby, surrounding her body and turning into light before melting into a new outfit. Instead of her purple Gothic dress, she wore a black cloak and a dark grey sleeveless battle leotard underneath as well as long black gloves and thigh-high socks and metal boots. She summoned Azrael in front of her and grasped it with her right hand preparing to attack.

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Two Alphas, One Table The council room smelled like old wood and burnt candle wax and the particular tension of people pretending to be calm. Betty arrived at noon exactly not a minute early, not a minute late, wearing the plain dark training clothes she had started favoring since arriving at Shadow Fang, her hair pulled back, no ornament, no performance. She had learned recently that the most powerful thing she could wear into a room was the simple fact of not needing it to think well of her.

It all adds up to an unbeatable girl. I look up from my laptop in the common room, where our friends have gathered. Billie’s dressed in the new outfit I laid out on her bed. A dark red sports bra and matching short shorts molded to her skin as though they were made for her, showing off the new muscle definition she's developed. We've taken off her collar and removed her belly piercing, as these fights are no holds barred. Her hair is pulled up in a tight bun. She's wearing smokey eye makeup and dark, almost black lipstick, with her fingernails painted black. The red of her clothing stands out against her black hair, brown eyes, dark makeup, and olive skin tone. “I don't know if I'm more terr