Erza Scarlet Outfit Novels & Stories

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.

Erza was of a particularly small stature. Other than the tiny black wings attached to her back, and the U-shape horn that stuck out from the sides of her head, she looked just like an adorable elementary school girl, standing at about 5 foot. She wore a rosary necklace, and like the rest of the demon guards, her attire was skimpy as well; wearing only a black cross-shaped tube barely covering her undeveloped breast, her bottom consisted only a black rough rag covering her private parts with her devil tail sticking out from behind her tailbone.

Sara never knew about the existence of a torture tool called corset before, each time Geraldine pulled the strings, she would let out a little gasp, she always thought she had a good body with a thin waist as all the dresses her father got her fit her without that godforsaken corset, however, in Geraldine’s eyes, her organs needed to be rearranged for the dress to fit the way it should, once done, Sara took small inhales to familiarize herself with that handicapped manner of breathing while Geraldine helped her put on the dress and the shoes. Once done, Sara stood in front of the mirror to admire herself, she was never that proud of her looks and unique allure, and just as she turned back, E

She couldn't believe her own dirty mind! Scar blinked, licking her dry lips. "Umm... Ye... yeah, I am going!" Quickly pushing him from her, she almost ran inside the bathroom and locked the door. Closing the door behind her, Scar leaned against the door. Trying to relax her madly pounding heart. 'What the bloody fuck am I thinking!? Maybe they are right! I AM a battery!' Shaking her head, Scarlett took a quick shower and started wearing the golf suit. When she was trying on the clothes, her lips were apart in surprise because every single piece fitted her as of he knew every inch of her!

"It's nice to meet you too, but just a small correction, we aren't mates...we're just companions for now." "Ohhh...my bad." "It's fine." 'So this is his beta?' Linessa thought, rumoured as a Demon by the Devil's (Zhamar's) side. He didn't seem like much of a demon right now. From what she could see in the darkness of the evening he looked pretty innocent with his blonde hair and blue eyes. But she could see his thick, bulky muscles and as the sleeve of his shirt shifted while he drove, she could see the jagged scar that tore from his wrist to his elbow. It was a brutal map of a past battle, a reminder that his bulky frame wasn't just for show.

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po

So she could easily avoid his gaze by not looking up although he didn’t take that very well. Once the jersey was unbuttoned, he stepped back. Scarlet was too busy catching her breath to see what he was doing until he was standing in front of her again, but he had another jersey in his hand. “What’s that?” Scarlet asked knowing exactly what it was. It wasn’t just a normal jersey, it belonged to Easton and he wore custom-made clothes. So, everyone will know who it belonged to. “Lift your hands.” He stated, firmly. “Easton…” Scarlet argued.

ELORA I stared at my reflection in the mirror. These were clothes tailor-made for me from the richest fabrics in all of Stormrider. Yet, it felt completely out of place. I felt out of place. My new warrior attire was rich and properly fitted to make me look…simply amazing. It was a dark steel-blue tunic, fastened at the waist with a silver embroidered belt shaped like wolves’ fangs, high leather boots hugging my calves, and a cloak the color of moonless skies.

Jasper The scent of gardenias and Scarlet’s expensive perfume was making my head ache. I stood on the dais of the Great Hall, my hand resting on the small of Scarlet’s back. She looked perfect. Her gown was ivory lace, her hair was a masterpiece of coppery red curls, and the mark I’d carved into her neck just days ago was a proud, fresh shiny red scar. This was what I’d wanted. A respected, powerful, dignified woman. A mate who didn't smell of lightning and rain. Not the village freak, the daughter of a condemned and executed witch.

Zara. She stood in the center of the room, a vision in crimson silk that clung to her every curve. The dress—if you could call it that—was daring, with slits that ran up both sides, revealing long legs adorned with shimmering anklets. The fabric caught the light, giving her an ethereal glow, while delicate chains draped across her bare shoulders added a hint of decadence. Her dark hair was pulled back into an intricate braid, loose strands framing her face, her lips painted a bold scarlet.