Erza Scarlet Outfit Novels & Stories

Their attire had practically hugged their huge structure. Annabelle soon felt her face getting a little clammy, she promptly excused herself to go to the bathroom to clean herself. She did her final retouch before heading back outside. Exiting the washroom, she spotted a few framed pictures plastered on the side wall of the hallway. The first thing that got her attention was a picture of her two friends when they were in their teens. Jenny was dressed in a pink dress with a matching pink ribbon clipped at the side of her hair. On the girl's left side was a younger version of Rudy, clad in a jersey uniform with a ball

The girl who was trying to lift up scarlet was putting on a very long and black hood with a belt that had a bunch of knifes hooked to it. Her face was partly covered but from the looks of her all black clothes she looked like one of those witches from the 1960's. " Come behind the cafeteria building now.." I mindlinked the guys as I ran towards the two girls. As soon as they saw me they ran away leaving Scar bleeding on the ground. I wanted to run after them but scarlet was more important. I knelt down before her placing her head on my lap my hand was now covered in blood.

Otherwise, they would have caught me with my voice. I showed them my wrist and they scanned it with a machine before nodding and opening the door for me. They have high security. Maybe they are too scared of Scars. Scars don't have this kind of security which means they ain't scared from triangles. Oh, what the hell am I even mumbling in my head? I walked inside and my eyes widened. What the hell???? People were in every corner dressed in their triangles uniform. Some of them were wearing masks and some weren't as they chatted and laughed.

I say, breaking the silence between us. "Yes, yes," he lets go of my hand and steps back. I walk to the mirror and take a look at myself. Mara had picked out this outfit in advance; it was high-waisted cream pants and a silk charcoal grey blouse. I tucked it into the pants. I refuse to cover up the healing scars on my face; I want them to see how much they had hurt me. Maybe it was going to do something to them. I pick up my bag and hold it. "I am ready," I announce as if I am ready to go into battle.

Or call my father and explain what's going on. As if he cared. We haven't talked since the day he dumped me. I took another clean, sweat-free chest band and strapped it around my chest, making it look almost flat. I wore a sleeveless tank top that my father had given me, as well as gray sweatpants. I wore a large hoodie, a bucket hat, and a black face mask. I dashed towards the jacket; the camera was still there. I grabbed it and put it in my pocket, alongside my phone.

SCARLETT Valerie couldn’t track Izer down but she had something important to do back at her pack so she left. I, on the other hand, took a bath, changed into sexy red lingerie, and wore a black dress on top. I must have lost my mind to wanting to do all this and crossing all the limits but I was sure there was no going back now. I knew what needed to be done to get rid of the wall between Izer’s real self and my sanity.

“After recuperating, I’ll be back on your screen. Thank you.” The security quickly cleared a path and led us toward the VIP exit. As the private elevator to the basement opened, there stood someone near a sleek, black Bugatti. His brown hair was styled perfectly, each strand in place. But he had a cold face and a calm kind of confidence that made it impossible to ignore him. He looked like the kind of guy who could cause total confusion in the midst of girls just by walking in. “Hello, Mr. Scarlet.” He shook hands with Elena’s dad.

SCARLETT. The club is packed when I walk in, all glitter and red velvet and people dressed like they're trying to fuck Santa. Which, honestly, same. I'm wearing a Mrs. Claus outfit that's basically lingerie with a Santa hat—white fur trim on red satin that barely covers my ass, thigh-high boots, the whole deal. I look hot as hell and I know it. My name's Scarlett. I do p**n for a living, which means I'm extremely comfortable with my body and what I want. And what I want tonight is to blow off some serious steam.

Bidding her friends, she walked out and reach the main gate where Scarlet was leaning against the SUV car, with her hand scrolling the cell phone. Donned in tight fitted black jeans pant and black shirt hugging her curves. Her shades, hiding wherever, she was looking keenly. It’s a facade to distract enemy. Actually, her black aviator shade has laser power and can easily scan if anyone carrying any harmful weapons. Even a pocket knife gets detected under those glasses. “Is he back?” Once reaching near Scarlet, Ana asked. Scarlet didn’t reply instantly instead opened the door of the car and Ana slides inside. “Not, yet.” She answered closing the door after sitting beside Ana.

“Y-you bit me too hard!” Scarlett tried to use concealer to hide the love bite on her neck but to no avail. She ties her scarf tighter, hoping no one will see it. She’s dressed in a soft beige suit which complements her skin. Her silky hair is loose in soft curls and she’s wearing light makeup. Ryder can’t help but admire her delicate features. She looks radiant and elegant, clearly a class apart from everyone else. Even in that simple attire, she’ll make any man go crazy. Hector Hawkins really is an idiot, Ryder thinks.