Erza Scarlet Anime Novels & Stories

In this room there is a window, you can jump out from there…there is hope! “Girl? Can you help me?” A voice came from behind Emma. It was the voice of the Italian girl who had been brought into this room just now. Emma asked. “What’s your name?” “Erza. You?” “My name is Emma. You are Italian, right?” Emma asked as she untied Erza. This girl had a very harsh voice. Emma could see on Erza’s wrist a tattoo with a distinctive pattern, and it wasn’t hard to see, of a comprehensive open eye looking directly at her. Emma swallowed. That tattoo… a bit scary.

Almira said, panicking. I just sat on the couch but I Anita screamed. “What the f*ck, Anita? Why would you–AHHHH!” Anita and I are both screaming then Kate came in panting. “Why?” She asked. “Auntie Kate! Auntie Tatiana is bleeding!” She said. Kate walked towards me and guide me to breathe. “You don’t have to panick, Tati. This is kind of normal for some mother’s,” she said, distracting me. “Tell Alexander to hurry up ’cause it’s freaking hurts!”

Ara said staring at the embroidery. “I also felt it didn't look normal” Anna replied looking at her twin. “Pls can you take a look at this?” she said turning to Ann who was reading a book. “Hmm?” Ann asked looking up. “What do you think about this?” Anna asked taking the embroidery from her sister. “Why don't you try making a sunflower over here” she suggested pouting as she thought. “Such brilliant suggestion” Anna beamed. “Thanks” Ara said eyeing her sister suspiciously as she collected the piece if clothe.

then she laughed it was dry and bitter. Mama Rita chuckled uncomfortably,”yeah,since you are an orphan and homeless,you can stay with me” Scar looked up”I'll decline that,I come with a bag of trouble, actually a truck full” “I don't mind,I sincerely don't mind” “Hold her down,kick that bitch ,she thinks she's better than others”scar curled as the kicks landed,”how about a makeover,a make over”the voices as they held her down,one of the ladies squatted before her with a piece of glass,scar trashed violently but the hands holding her was stronger,she sharp pain tore from her right ear to her cheek,she screamed as they left her not without final kicks,she screamed like a wounded bull pain blind

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

They fought tooth and nail as if it was some type of morbid dance between two opposite forces until eventually overcoming what used to stand in front: they defeated them again…or so thought those remaining few who chose life over death. Still panting heavily amid the ruins left behind due devastation caused by Miss Bulwark (*as referred lovingly by Lovato*), both daredevils embraced at last after such intense battle; relieved - although bruised & battered (mostly mentally!)-that also no harm had come upon their little brave soul known as 'Scarlett'. One final thing remained however: The showstopper itself…. A fiery explosion occurred right then when two hearts collide during an affectionate

"I will not. I gave you a chance to kill her, and you couldn't, even while she slept. You really are a jerk." “Nadine?” I checked my back in disbelief, seeing that girl sitting in the chair, looking at me. “Scarlet, what are you waiting for? Kill her. Can't you kill a village girl?” “Damn you,” Scarlet lunged at me, and we both fell down. She hit me with her claw, and I retaliated with all my power. She struck my stomach, causing intense pain.

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

she leaned in closer to Scarlet and whispered in her ear, “you wkreyour eyepatch wrong again.” “You!” Scarlet glared at her as she took deep breaths to calm herself down. “I can't stay here any longer, you are just too annoying for a human being, you clumsy fly,” Scarlet said as she shot to her feet and took out a card and a short notebook from the breast pocket of let leather shirt. Asides from the eyepatch there was a lot to her all-blavk outfit that invoked the fear of the people around. On her waist were two obvious gun holsters and with her behaviour, who was to tell if they were there just few minutes ago or not.