Damon And Elena Halloween Costumes 소설 & 이야기

Everywhere was filled with people who had come to celebrate Colorful banners from dozens of werewolf pack symbols alongside other people and species such as vampires and witches. . "It's beautiful," Rosa murmured, Elena cradled against her shoulder. Pierce walked out from the cottage's back room where he'd been dressing, Marcus in his arms. Both father and son wore simple but elegant blue jean tops and trousers. "You look handsome," Rosa said, standing on her toes to kiss Pierce's cheek. "You look more beautiful" Pierce replied, taking in Rosa's flowing white dress embroidered with beads. "Though I think our daughter is stealing the show." Elena wore a golden gown with a brown hat.

“I can’t believe the masquerade ball is in two days.” Talia had never seen Selene this excited before. "I want to get one of those enchanted masks at the market. The ones that change colors based on your mood." Selene continued. "Those are expensive," Anna pointed out. "I don't care. It'll be worth it." Selene looked at Damon. "What about you? What are you getting?" Damon crossed his arms, his eyes were on Talia as he spoke. "Nothing.” “Nothing?” Selene repeated, trailing his line of sight and Damon just shrugged.

The walls were covered in vampire histories, the shelves filled with books on the creatures of the night. I was like some foolish scholar, trying to close the gap between our worlds by learning everything about his. Pathetic. I fell into a pained, exhausted sleep. I don't know how long I was out. My phone rang, waking me. It was my best friend, Chloe. She sounded frantic. "Elena! Check the video I just sent you! Now!" I opened it. The Blood Moon Ceremony had already begun. Damon stood in a perfectly tailored black suit. Beside him, the famous vampire socialite Serena wore a gown worth millions, a glittering diamond tiara on her head.

An hour later, Elena spoke up, “Finally, it’s done. Look at yourself in the mirror, I’m sure your soon-to-be husband will fall even more in love with you.” I smiled and slowly looked at myself in the vanity mirror. I couldn’t help but be amazed at how beautiful the makeup was. “See, isn’t it beautiful?” Elena said while adjusting the decorations for my hair. Her actions were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Elaine, are you ready?” asked Mommy Hacel. “I’m almost done,” I replied. Mommy Hacel opened the door, and I saw her wearing a one-shoulder dress with rose designs on the side, sparkling with glitter.

Not in front of them. The orchestra began to play, and the room buzzed as Elena Moretti appeared at the top of the sweeping staircase, the gold dress clung to her body in a way Antonella envied. Her body once looked like that. But with her body slowly dying she... She swallowed her eyes turning to Damien Davenport at Elena side. Damien wore a black tailored suit with gold accents. Elena was radiant and elegant, dark hair pinned back elegantly. Damien on the other hand looked every bit the heir confident, charming, untouchable.

Damon and Elena flashed fake smiles for the photos and proceeded inside. Elena wore a red satin Porsche Satin dress. The delicate fabric hugged her curvaceous figure, with an elegant mermaid tail trailing behind, following the open slit on her right leg. The dress's low-cut straps left her shoulders and décolletage exposed. She also wore long gloves on her hands, matching the dress fabric.

I have always heard that Alpha Damon is more like a monster who hasn't smiled for three years after the loss of his Luna. He is the same person standing right in front of me, smiling like he just caught a huge prey. He is nothing like people describe him to be. "I will agree to your condition but I will let you go only if you find your mate. If you don't find him on the full moon of your birthday, I won't let you go" he uttered and stepped back, putting his hands behind his back. "Until then, you are mine, Olivia. Your body, your soul, everything belongs to me. You were bought by me after all" he deadpanned.

Asides for Mount Leigh being one city that housed too many of our escapades, it was just the right distance that Damon wanted to be from home. I really couldn't care less about how things were with him and Zyna. Sometimes, she shows up with a black eye, other times, it's with multiple hickeys on her neck. So I thought better than to ask. “This party is a drag, man.” I whispered to Damon. He was masked, in a checkered blue and white suit, but I could still tell him apart in the crowd. “I don't think so. The real party is yet to start.” He smiled, pulling his beards.

Raven looked at the man before her, wondering if he had lost his mind. “I know what you are thinking, and no, I’m not out of my mind. You are not going anywhere,” Damon told her. Raven wondered why this man wanted her to stay, wasn’t he supposed to be with his wife or something? Just because he had no ring on his finger didn’t mean he was not married.

Elena adjusted the silk robe around her as she made her way down the stairs, still groggy from barely sleeping the night before. The moment she reached the bottom, a knock sounded at the door. Her heart skipped. She hadn’t been expecting anyone. Swallowing the nerves threatening to creep in, she smoothed a hand over her hair before unlocking the door. And there he was. Damion Blackwood. Dressed in a crisp black coat, hands shoved into his pockets, his cold gray eyes locked onto her with that unreadable expression she had always hated.