Esme Cullen Costume Novels & Stories

"Can you get me takeout?" "Nope. I insist you need some fresh air." Moments later, Esme walked in with a comb in her hand and began untangling the knots in my hair. "Let's see. Now you look less like a scarecrow," she smiled and got me a polka-dot gown. "You think Mum would be happy with me?" Esme turned around to face me, her eyes like summer lightning. "Lenora, you're overthinking. I've made mistakes too. But what matters is we're willing to correct them. The only way to appease her is to move on and forget that werewolf freak."

Cullen and Camilla were dressed in their new clothes. checking themselves in the mirror, a smile of satisfaction lit on their lips. "Cullen and Camilla, are you not done yet?" Crystal asked. She was standing at the door of her sister's room. The two girls faced Crystal and as soon as their eyes landed on her, their jaws dropped as their eyes widened. They were amazed at how their sister always looked like an angel in anything she wore. Just like now, the off-shoulder white ball pink ball dress which has black flowers embroidered on it made her look like the queen of heaven.

Celine turns in her seat to see a pale skinned, tall, thin woman, at least six-foot tall with wild curly hair that had been dyed bright red, not ginger, red. She’s wearing a lovely green summer dress with a delicate and colourful floral pattern over it, she also had green flip-flops on. Her eyes were such a bright green, you could almost have thought they glowed from within, her aquiline nose and round lips finished her face. Celine thought she looked to be maybe in her fifties, but with witches it could be hard to age them. “Ach, hello ma darlin’s” She had a thick Scottish accent but it was also vaguely musical. Celine thought she sounded wonderful. “Whas oop?” She asked Ewan.

I walked into the bedroom, dried my body and dressed up in all black. Black pants, black shirt, black corset and black boots. I wore no jewellery and I used only a little bit of cologne. I walked out of my room to find Esme waiting for me. She wore a long black gown that was simple and very loose, I could see her overall black leotard underneath it. She wore a pair of black boots and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her fashion sense. “Makes movement easier.” She simply said but I could tell she meant fighting.

I will just have to make sure I don’t speak near them , or if I do, make sure I am on my bestest behaviour. Esme walked down the stairs, dressed in a fitted black short sleeved, low-cut dress, which finished mid-calf. She had big chunky black platform shoes on. So she was a good few inches taller than normal. She looked gorgeous. The dress accentuated her curves, and her dark curls were loose, and now hung just past her shoulders. Her eye-make up was smoky and dark, making her look mean and moody, but sexy as hell. I was one lucky bastard! I can see why she had been taking so long now, as she had been up there for ages! “Can I take you back upstairs?” I grin, loving to tease her.

Cullen was wearing sunglasses but removed them and saw Heart wearing a two-piece bikini but still having a cover. ‘I can still see her cleavage and gorgeous body.’ Cullen thought while drooling over her without removing his sunglasses as he stared at her. Heart was looking at the chairman. ‘Why should I even stand next to Cullen Lee wearing this, ugh. But I still wear my eyeglasses, so we will not recognize me as Scarlet Heart, right? Because I remember I wore a similar costume when he booked me.’ Heart thought and was feeling worried. Cullen looked around and saw every man staring at Heart’s enormous ass. ‘This is not good; everyone must admire her right now.’ Cullen thought.

Joshua replied confidently. Russell had a very bad feeling about this whole situation. Initially he doesn't want to attend the party. But now, he wanted to attend atleast to caution Esme. ......... Esme is looking outside the window blankly. She is standing near the window of her room in the Ashford residence wearing a liliac velvet body con dress with shoulder straps that hugged her frame like a second skin. It is gathered detail around her breasts with a bow behind her back. There is a triangle shaped cut underneath her breasts in the middle. It reached just till her knees. Matching stilettos are adorned on her feet. Just light makeup and her hair is left loosely hanging behind her back. H

Esme. She comes around the corner, hair tied in the simple knot she always uses, uniform plain. Her hands hold the sealed vial beneath her folded apron. She isn’t hiding it well. She doesn’t know how to hide anything. Her gaze lifts once, scanning the hall, then drops to the floor again. Good girl. She moves like obedience is a door that only opens one direction and when she reaches the base of the council stair Rastin steps from the alcove with a small bow.

She didn't have the authority to clear the guards from the southern corridor or doctor the official pack records. "If the child isn't Caomh's," I breathed out, the horrific truth finally snapping fully into place, "then whose is it?" Cullen reached across the desk, picking up a final, sealed envelope from the bottom of the leather binding. He tore the top off and pulled out a genetic marker report. "My spies pulled the scent profiles from the council archives," Cullen said, handing me the crisp sheet of paper. "Esme does not carry the distinct Colson musk. She smells faintly of earth and ash. The distinct scent profile of the Riordan bloodline."

Letting out a huff, Saffron left the shower, allowing Esper to finish bathing in peace. After the battle in the shower, Esper and the girls got ready for the ball. Esper picked a black oil slick dress with a sweetheart cut bodice and a long flowing skirt with a slit that went up to her mid-thigh. She curled strands of hair and pulled it to one side in a grand side swoop style and gazed into the mirror at her reflection. She admired how the dress made her red and blue hazel eyes pop.