Erza Scarlet Quotes Novels & Stories

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

Jordan Ford lost a bet, and I was forced to remove my makeup in front of everyone. The whole crowd goaded me on while his friends laughed especially loudly. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Eira already did it. “Come on, Clara! You’re not chickening out, are you?” Three years prior, I had saved Jordan from a car accident. Glass shards cut my face and left a scar that could barely be concealed with makeup. “Go on, remove it.” Through the smoke, his gaze met mine with nothing but casual indifference. I dragged a makeup-removing wipe across my face, again and again, revealing the ugly scar. “It’s just makeup. Quit being so dramatic. “You killed my mother back then. That scar is just a light price

Each jagged line tells a story of survival against impossible odds, but it also serves as a constant reminder of the price I paid for triumphing over the monstrous titan of the deep, and she adored it. She would trace the scar with her fingertips, her touch gentle and full of love. "It's beautiful," she would say, looking up at me with those piercing blue eyes. "It shows your strength, your resilience. You fought a monster and won, Cyrus. That's nothing short of incredible." I would scoff and roll my eyes, uncomfortable with the praise. "It's just a scar, Evara." But she would shake her head and smile. "No, it's so much more than that. It's a part of you, a testament to who you are. Don't be

“What sort of dumb training are you asking of these fine warriors in this age and time? Confining their arm like some caged animal.” “Maybe that is what they are?” I replied, unblinking. Scarlett gasped dramatically, looking around at each person for acknowledgment. “I always knew you were crass, just didn’t think it was this bad. How dare you call elite warriors of this pack caged animals?” “I don’t remember saying the word. If anything, you are the one who has repeated it twice now.” “You!” She clenched her fist, gritting her teeth. “You know what? I am not going to let you use your barbaric ways to discourage these hardworking men. Take those silly things off this minute!”

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

I choke out the last word, feeling the sting of fresh tears threatening to spill over again. Luna Allison surprises me with how quickly she snaps into action. Her grip tightens as she turns me to face her, her voice stern and unyielding. “No, you are not! I never want to hear you say that again, Zahra Larkin.” Her eyes bore into mine, full of fierce love and strength. “You are beautiful—inside and out. You’re the kindest, funniest, cleverest, and bravest girl I know. Those scars on your back? They show how strong you are. They don’t define you, and they sure as hell won’t limit you. They tell the world that you’re a survivor, Zahra.” Her words hit me hard, and for a moment, I’m just stunned

"Zeeba. Please pardon her, I have sacrificed so much for our clan and have been loyal my whole life. Forgive me for not being able to control my wife, but please, for the sake of our child. "You will have your child when she gives birth or else she would corrupt his mind too. That is all we can do for you." The guards reached for me and pulled me along with them. I was too weak to resist. All my strength had left me and I dit my best to keep from passing out. But the smile on my face confused them. Why would I be smiling in this situation? "You haven't won just yet. No matter how long it takes,I'll be back."

Scarlett begins to ramble again "Zara, I don’t think you understand that these are Mafias. It is not too late. We still have time, let's run." Scarlett suggests, already looking around for a way to escape. "I can assure you he isn't going to do anything to hurt us. I don't know about help but he's not retarded to shoot us like we're having a paintball fight with him." I was clearly the one rambling now but it was still any day better than Scarlett's.

I added. "Yes," She said with no emotion to her tone. "I am sorry about that, Scar, but it had to be done," I said. "It had to be done! Are you serious?" Scarlett was getting angry now. "Look, I've apologised; let's just move on, ok!" I said with a stern tone to my voice. OH, I do like it when Scarlett gets all angry. It makes her so sexy. She just sat there looking at me and didn't say a word.

But I was far from done with this conversation. “You don’t yell at me, Scarlet! Well… well, you don’t yell at me without at least offering a solution. I fought. Oh, I fought hard, and you saw, Scar. You saw, and w-where did it get us? It got Miss Shuzen pissed, it got you almost dying from me, and it has me… it has me… it has me lost. More lost than I ever felt in my life, Scar.” The words toppled off of me unevenly and flowed through the mindlink that Scarlet and I shared.