Damon And Elena Halloween Costumes の小説・ストーリー

Fires burned, ready for the feast, their smoke rising lazily into the blue sky. Elara dressed little Damon in a tiny ceremonial robe, white with silver embroidery that glittered in the firelight—the same robe that had been worn by generations of Shadowfang children on their first moon ceremony. It was too big, of course, the sleeves falling past his hands, the hem pooling around his feet. But that only made him more adorable. He wriggled and squirmed, impatient with the fussing. "Look at you." She lifted him, kissing his cheek. "So handsome. So grown up."

" Elena's mom whispered, as she kissed my forehead. I nodded, and a single tear slid down my cheek. "Tomorrow, we’re going out—just us," he said, “and in three days, we’re meeting a family friend." “Okay” I responded wiping my cheek. I was now caught between guilt and comfort, not sure which one to listen to. *** Three Days Later Elena's personal stylist, Jasmine Monet, came to prepare my dress for the dinner. I wore a sleek, brown silk gown with an open back, sparkling earrings and gold heels that added a touch of luxury to my overall look. . Elena’s mom wore a cream-colored chiffon gown, while her dad looked good in an expensive suit.

No one asks me what I want for my birthday. Elena gasps, eyes shining. “I want a doll !” She talks so fast she might as well need subtitles. “ The one I saw on the shelf at Target, the one you said you’d get me! It has long blonde hair, really long legs, and it’s dressed like a superhero ! It’s the coolest doll ever! ” I open my mouth, ready to suggest my own birthday gift. I want a small sports car, the kind that makes sounds and has blinking lights. But before I can get the words out, Elena is already taking a breath.

ELENA I felt a lot better by the time I woke up. It was late afternoon. After a steamy shower, my face brightened up. I chose a long sleeved blue dress from my scanty wardrobe collection and put it on. Then, I gathered my hair into a ponytail, tying it up with an elastic band. Sky laid awake, babbling baby noises. Guilt squeezed my heart. What if I'd left this place last night? Would Julia have taken her back to the Family Center by now?

Expensive. Lisa froze, her heart hammering against her ribs. Hope, toxic and desperate, surged through her. Damien. It had to be Damien. He would come for her. He always did. He was weak, and she knew how to play him. She rushed to the bars, gripping the cold iron. "Damien?" The figure stepped out of the shadows. It wasn't Damien. It was Elena. She stood in the torchlight, a vision of terrifying beauty. She wore a flowing black gown that hugged her curves, looking like the Night itself. But it was her skin that stole the air from Lisa’s lungs.

The sound of the door opening behind me had me turning my head. Damon stepped inside, dressed in his usual dark jeans and black button-up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hair was damp, like he’d just come in from a shower somewhere else. He didn’t look at me right away, his eyes instead going to Isla for a brief moment. “You didn’t sleep here,” I said, my voice low but steady. He didn’t flinch. “No. I didn’t.” I crossed my arms over my chest, not bothering to hide the frown that pulled at my lips. “Why?”

Zena replied. "Aww, you are just the best Zena." Elora replied. * *The feast* It was already night and the palace was filled with the subjects, it was big enough and accommodating to all, different dishes were served and a piece of cool music was played. Damon was dressed handsomely in a black and white suit, making him look like a groom. He waited at the corner of the palace waiting for Elora and when she finally arrived, she looked stunning, hot, sexy, classic, and every word that can be used to describe how beautiful she looked.

"Show me." The assistant pulls out his phone. Swipes through several images. Then holds it out. The photo is grainy. Taken from a distance by someone with a telephoto lens. But clear enough. There's Dante. In a tuxedo. Looking as brutish and aggressive as ever. And Seraphina. In a red gown. Cold and beautiful and untouchable. Between them... The same woman from the file. Elena Reeves. Wearing an emerald dress. A mask covering part of her face.

The following morning, Damon had someone prepare their outfits. He wore a classically designed Irethian-style bespoke suit in silver-gray. Damon paired it with a navy blue tie and handmade leather shoes, showing his exceptional taste. On the other hand, Celeste was dressed in a navy blue strapless gown with black high heels, complementing his look as a couple. The navy blue dress accentuated the freshness and elegance of her fair, flawless skin. Damon looked at Celeste. Suddenly, he handed her a box, saying, "Put this on."