Damon And Elena Halloween Costumes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

To make him lose control and finally take my virginity. I smooth my hair back and hold it at the nape. Wanting to keep my makeup and hair simple. Besides, I'll be in a mask so I don't see a reason to go over the top with everything else. Beside me, Elena is smoothing her hands down her dress. She looks stunning in the black, sleeveless, mermaid dress that hugs her curves to perfection. There are embellishments along the sweetheart neckline, rising from her right armpit and up to the shoulder. She paired it with elbow-length gloves and a Venetian style silver mask with rhinestones.

Every gesture screamed claim. Halfway through the night, Elena appeared like a ghost in silver couture, Alex and Bianca trailing behind her. My breath caught. Damien’s arm tightened. “Stay beside me.” Elena approached with calculated grace, her smile razor-sharp. “Damien. Still parading your son’s leftovers in public? How very modern of you.” The words stung, but I refused to flinch. Alex looked wrecked — eyes hollow, suit slightly ill-fitting. Bianca clung to his arm, her usual confidence cracked at the edges.

The herbs I gave Chris were harmless, and I prayed he didn't figure it out it until it was too late to do anything about it. I hid myself in the crowd, watching Elena and Damien approach the stage. I couldn't believe how much older they looked. Elena was in an royal red and black gown and Damien matched her perfectly. The crowd began whispering their suspicion that they were a couple, but I knew her heart belonged to Alpha Ryker.

(Elara's POV) The day had arrived. The Spring Festival. A day of unity, a day of alliances, and for me, a day I desperately hoped to survive with my sanity intact. I stood before the full-length mirror, my reflection staring back with a mixture of apprehension and defiance. The lavender dress Kaelen had picked out clung to me like a second skin, the delicate fabric whispering against my curves. It was breathtaking, the light shade highlighting the soft glow of my omega skin. The flowing design, particularly around my burgeoning belly, was subtly alluring, hinting instead of revealing. It was a masterpiece, a testament to Kaelen's exquisite taste… and his desire to make Damon regret his actio

My pussy throbbed every time I moved, a constant reminder of how deep he’d been and how hard he’d fucked me while his girlfriend slept just down the hall. I scrambled for a nearby robe to cover up, picking up the thin silk that barely covered anything, and tied it quickly with shaking fingers, and my legs felt like jelly as I walked back to the door. I opened it only a few inches, and Elena stood there, looking perfect even this late. Her blonde hair fell in waves, her makeup still fresh, and her lips red. She wore Damian’s black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, buttons open low enough to show black lace underneath. The hem stopped high on her thighs, showing long, tanned legs. She looked lik

Elena stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her blazer for the third time. It wasn’t that anything was wrong with it. It fit perfectly. Everything about her outfit was exactly how she wanted it. And yet— She still felt slightly off. Maybe it wasn’t the outfit. Maybe it was the situation. A knock came from the door. “Come in.” Damon walked in without hesitation, already dressed. Of course. Dark suit. Clean lines. Effortless. Like he didn’t even try.

Heaving a sigh, I entered the hall where the mating ball was taking place. I was looking around, trying to find a suitable spot to sit, as some werewolves were already moving about locating their mates when I spotted Damon walking towards me. The look of pride in his eyes when he saw me made me want to break into a smile, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to end up giving him the wrong ideas. He looked so breathtaking in his blue royal apparel. Coincidentally, we had the same color of outfit. I raised my eyebrows to look at him. Did he try to match with me after seeing my choice of color in my room that day?

The one thing in this world that kept me breathing has been stolen from me. “Alpha Damon,” a voice called gently behind me, and I turned slowly, still half caught in the shadow of the grave I had been living in for a year. One of the elders stood in the doorway, bowing his head with the kind of respect men give when they are both loyal and afraid. He cleared his throat, clutching his hands together. “The Luna’s dress is ready. Everything has been arranged just as you commanded. The seamstresses have worked through the night. The colors are those you chose..white stitched with silver thread.

Her bare back was towards him, showing off her jutting back blades. She was perfect in many ways; tall, slender, yet at the same time had the curves of a woman, from her peachy ass to her bouncing breasts. But that didn’t change the fact that she was still a zeta wolf who had committed terrible crimes. Damon looked away, frowning. He returned to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Mind linking Domenico, the head warrior and Shanaya, the head omega.