Novel & Cerita Riza Hawkeye Cosplay

Saint added. “Raze!” Saint yelled to catch Raze’s reaction right after they opened the door. After Raze, Silas and Hail came out. Silas is wearing a hoodie and pants paired with high, chunky shoes. Hail’s outfit screamed minimalistic with him wearing a cream-colored turtleneck and slender black pants. Of course, Raze wears a plain black shirt under a red jacket and paired with white pants. “Looking good, Saint!” Raze greeted back. “Of course! What else should I do with this face aside from flaunting it to the world with confidence?”

Standing we wait and I hear the cars and bikes, I wave Rizzo out, watching as he steps out of the car and walks towards us followed by the other guys. “You can have Rizzo, but I want the others.” I turn and see Hawk. “One of those fuckers torched my bike!” Shit, turning I look back to Rizzo and his men. What fucking fools. Grayson nods. “That’s fine, but they die Hawk.” He looks at him and he nods. I laugh seeing them. “I see you had the pleasure of playing with Raven.” Rizzo’s shoulder is bleeding, and his guys look a little beaten. I’m fucking proud, but it does little to sedate the anger that radiates through me.

I scoffed, “fine, but I will get Zuri back for this if he’s ugly or an ass.” “Who is ugly or an ass?” an unfamiliar voice said. It sounded so deep and I felt this aura come off him. Rishi and I turned our heads and honest to Goddess, we both gasped when we saw him. He looked a bit like Beta Damian, but was gorgeous. His caramel colored hair was shaved at the sides and the top was longer and brushed back, in this tousled look. It probably took forever, but he looked like he just got out of bed. He had a very short beard and these hazelnut eyes that were staring at me. He was wearing a shirt with the sleeves rolled up and I almost began to drool. It was like he was stepping out of a movie.

I heaved a sigh before looking back at Rhys with her back in front of me. “What did you find out?” I asked, she must have infiltrated the area with those clothes. Her auburn hair was all stuffed up on her grey turban. She wore a plain white large sweater with a matching brown waistcoat, black breeches, and a sash loop with her sword by her waist. She seems to be a young man in my perspective. Nicely done disguise, I would fail to recognize her without her talking. Oh, I almost forget she’s supposed to be the prime victim here and not Hera.

He mocked, "Hey, Hilda! I thought commander locked you up at home since you didn't come to work today!" Hilda wound down her car window to reveal a cold and beautiful face. Dressed in a black skin tight battle suit, she wore a black helmet and brought a black electric rod with her. This appearance of hers invited another round of ridicule from Rex. "Wow! Will you be fighting or attending a comic con? Who are you cosplaying as?" "What's wrong? Do you have any objections to this?" A deep male voice spoke from inside her car, catching Rex off guard and startling him so much that his lollipop fell out.

I was waiting for instructions in this impromptu operation. Ruby joined the back row quietly, without two pigtails but in a ponytail. A unique pink helmet wrapped around her head. She made sure her pack and RED-EYEZ's guard wouldn't notice her. "Everyone listen to me!" Haris ordered, his chest puffed out.

He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulder “Do not be mistaken; strength is not will but a phenomenon that allows one to cause change. That said, the stronger you are, the greater the magnitude of change that can be made. You hold the potential to bend reality itself and all you have to do is to focus… Hold onto that power of yours and bend your reality to your will…” Suddenly her mom came into her room. Eva’s eyes widened. He mom open her mom to speak but was shocked on seeing her with red eyes and white long hair “I can explain” Eva waving her hand in denial of everything she was thinking Zeiran remained silent, watching the drama unfold before him. Rose turned to Eva “Wh

~ Rayel’s POV I was still in daze as I stared at Hazel. I was jolted back to the present when everyone including Boris applauded Hazel for taking down the intruder by herself. That was when I realized that her clothes had been torn during the fight and were revealing some parts of her body. The state of her clothes were worse as the crisp white blouse she had worn that morning was now a tattered mess, ripped across one shoulder and exposing a sliver of creamy skin. Her jeans, too, were worse for wear, a tear snagged just above the knee.