Erza Scarlet Quotes Novels & Stories

Noticing my gaze, Leon cleared his throat. "Is it nice?" "Yeah, it's nice." He smiled to himself, and his eyes burned. "Then keep looking." I blushed, wanting to turn away, but he raised an eyebrow and leaned in close before whispering, "Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" My heart raced like a drum, but I tried to stay calm. "Not really. I'm more afraid you won't be able to control yourself." "Is that so?" Leon looked at me with renewed interest.

I was caught in the crush of bodies, shoved back and forth like a ragdoll. Each jolt sent a fresh wave of pain through my side. Twice I thought the stitches might’ve torn open again. But when I finally made it outside, I checked. No blood. Thank gosh. Also no sign of Silas or Amy. They were gone already. My phone buzzed. An anonymous number. “Told you—you can’t compete with me. If it were you and me at gunpoint, who do you think he’d save?” Then another message came through: “I think you already know the answer. If I were you, I’d have disappeared by now.”

It was alluring, but a bit dangerous. One day, he offered me a glass of wine he made himself, leaning on a wall covered in vines. "Cheers to the new neighbor," he said in his drawling foreign accent. I took the glass, acting like I did not notice the ring on his finger that meant he was in the mafia, and I just smiled. "Cheers to you too."

She looked at my dad and asked, "Connor, if you could go back in time, would you still marry me?" My dad turned to meet her gaze, but he said nothing. My mom finally shed tears of anguish. I sighed and said, "Mom, a true leading lady will never be obsessed with love. Even without a man, she can live an incredible life." For the first time, my mom did not argue with me. Then, she noticed the scars on my exposed arms. As if remembering something, she pursed her lips and asked, "Sienna, do the scars on your arms still hurt?"

"Grow up, Celicia. Stop pretending like you're the victim. You're just a constant reminder of the pain and loss." The internal conflict raged within me, a storm of emotions threatening to spill over. "I never wanted to be a burden," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Aunt Fernanda's scornful laughter sliced through the room, each word a dagger aimed at my heart. "You're nothing but a constant burden, Celicia. Mother is suffering because of you. Maybe it's time you face the harsh truth and get out of our life."

She was more than capable of completing a mission on her own. "I know you're capable, Scarlett," Romero said sarcastically, sensing her irritation. "But it never hurts to have a backup plan." Scarlett rolled her eyes, knowing that Romero had a point even though he was clearly taunting her. She may be skilled, but anything could happen on a mission. "Fine," she said with a sigh. "But don't get in my way." Romero grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it." Not when he wanted nothing more but for her to be shaken by the gruesome events of the underworld.

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

It's really funny that she only noticed it now. Her eyes wandered around her small face. The face where people in their small-town envies and at the same time loved by many. Dalia's palm was still throbbing from the crisp slap she gave her. Her hair is flaming red, an attractive color. Red—a color that represents life, health, vigor, war, courage, anger, and love. She wants to laugh as she looks at Agnes that was currently holding back her cry and she looks up at her with disbelief in her eyes.

He could only hope it would bring epiphany to his dear friend, who opted to stay quiet at the time. "She's not somebody you could just mess around, Bud. She's the love of your life." "Was," he corrected. Rudy sighed. "I know you're still mad, and you have the right to be. But, bud —not like this. Don't foolishly make something you'll eventually regret." “It’s none of your business.” Honestly, he didn't know what to feel. As soon as her face popped

- she informed her. Esther was speechless at all this and began to think, staring at the quilt she was covered with. It took about five or ten minutes before she looked up. - Okay... I understand everything and in this case I really shouldn't come back to Earth.- she said finally.- But then what am I supposed to do with myself?- asked Esther, looking at the two angels with slightly lost gaze. - And that's where we, Scarlet Angels, come in.- Rathanael replied, then gave Saraqael a meaningful look.