Scarlet Overkill Rocket Dress Novels & Stories

Paired with the strappy heels sitting on top the leather ottoman, I looked like she-wolf born and bred into high society. It was the scars that ruined the image, something they did without fail. The sleeves were nothing more than thin slivers of silk, the same shade of midnight as the rest of the dress, which hung down the tops of my arms. It left my entire chest exposed, along with the scar slashed across my throat.

The room smelled of roses and apple. "White pantheress! White pantheress!" The crowd yelled the performer's name. I saw Scarlett rush towards me in the dress she bought earlier.. I seriously did not understand women. The dress she had on was not even fit to be a dress. It looked like she retrieved her dress from a lion's mouth, then got into a fight with it leaving claw mark all over her body. I was still surprised how she got this for ten thousand dollars. "The show is about to start," She said as she settled besides me.

“OK, then. What do you have in mind?” “Let's see,” Taryn stated as she foraged through the different items of clothing. “You should burn this,” she threw a mom jeans to the floor. “And this? What the hell is this?” “That's one of my date outfits,” Kat yelped. “Oh no, no no! I can't have my friend being seen in this,” Taryn ripped a tie-dye tights that Kat had in her going out outfits. Then Taryn's eyes lit up as they stopped on a mini black, strapless dress that would turn heads at the event. “Now this is what I'm talking about,” she said as she held the dress up against Kat's body. “This dress will wake any dead.”

I was exhausted, haunted by those anonymous threats, and part of me wanted to hide under the covers until the world forgot I existed. But Horace needed me. If I was the variable in his game, I had to play my part perfectly. I pulled out the last dress. It was a red silk, with a slit that climbed dangerously high up my thigh and a back that dipped into nothingness. It was bold, loud, and looked like a warning. I stepped into it, zipping the side with a sharp tug. This was the one.

Once again, she blamed everything on me. An hour before my surgery, my mom disguised herself as a nurse, snuck into my hospital room, drugged me, and carried me out. When I woke up, I found myself on the edge of a cliff, with nothing but a bottomless abyss below my feet. I could not move because I was tied to a chair with my hands and feet bound. When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you."

a sharp, authoritative voice echoed through the hangar. Scarlett descended from the catwalk on a hovering anti-gravity platform. She had discarded her formal combat tunic for a more practical, form-fitting mechanic's jumpsuit made of black kinetic fabric, though her jade brush remained securely strapped to her thigh. Her dark hair was tied up in a messy bun, secured by a spare, glowing stylus. She jumped off the platform, walking straight to Zhao’s ancient cauldron.

The uptight Grace was so drunk that she danced the night away. “Let’s join the dance floor!” Jules insisted. “One more shot. For courage.” Scarlet giggled, feeling like the room was a bit dizzy. She was getting drunk and being a lightweight wasn’t helping her situation. “Fine! Hey Sexy, three shots.” Sky said to the bartender as she pulled her pink hair down. They all decided to go for leather outfits so they’d match—something about feeling sixteen again. Scarlet had on a short leather skirt that had a small short inside. She wore a white top and black thigh-high boots. She looked different and hot.

Scarlet pokes her head in. “Damn girl. We match!” she says, walking all the way in. She’s also wearing a floor length red dress, but hers is much more ‘Scarlet’ than mine. The top looks like a corset, turning into a brocade covered mermaid style skirt that hugs her hips to mid-thigh, then flairs out around her, ending in a short train. I smile at my Beta and hold out my hands to her. “Are you ready for this?”

“Now come on, let me see that dress on you.” Scarlet slipped into the dress ... and holy hell, it felt dangerous. The fabric clung to her curves like sin itself. It exposed the soft lines of her cleavage, dipped low at the back, and slit high enough at her thigh to make her wolf purr in approval. When she turned around, Mira gasped dramatically. “Oh, fucking hell, Scar! You look like a goddess. No ... a demoness. If I were a guy, I’d sell my soul for you right now.”

she speaks slowly. "Yeah that's true Lana. But fated mates are a rare gem , "I answer her immediately . She drops her face and starts applying foundation on my face, "I wish to meet mine, " "Of course you will , "I gave her my best smile. After Lana finishes my makeup which takes a while. Scarlet unearths two dresses from another suitcase . One is a long dress magnificent dress with a deep shade of purple that exudes sophistication and grace. I look at the long sleeved shoulders that are detailed with black lace and tiny pearls on the edge of the sleeves . I try to hide my grimace as I look at the cleavage . I don't think this cleavage will be enough to hold my large breasts from spilling ov