Hope Mikaelson Outfit Novels & Stories

When we got there, we found him standing against his car with Kristal standing right next to him. She was dressed in a short blue silk dress that hugged her whole body as perfectly as if it were specifically designed for her. She looked beautiful of course which was noticeable for all of us there including Bona who only cleared her throat suggestively instead of commenting like I expected she would. "Well Bona, I guess I have you to thank for Mia's breathtaking outfit tonight. I swear I was scared that she might come out dressed like a nun" Minho called out to us as we walked to meet them. I rolled my eyes at his cheeky comment and Bona laughed.

The sight of him fills her with a mix of dread and morbid fascination. She hurries over to the wardrobe, her fingers fumbling with the intricate latches as she struggles to open it. Inside, she finds an exquisite yet unsettling ensemble - a corseted bodice adorned with sharp metal studs, a full skirt of midnight-black silk, and a choker with a glittering obsidian pendant shaped like a serpent's head. With shaking hands, Hazel begins to dress, the garments fitting her like a second skin. The corset cinches tightly around her waist, making her feel both exposed and constricted.

It wasn’t fair to expect her to react differently. “Where am I?” she asked, as I had expected to. “I don’t know this place. This isn't my home.” “It is now,” I heard Mikael’s voice, and did not react, as I noticed his approach. His platinum blonde hair made his skin look paler than it was, and his green eyes stood out with the kohl he applied. Looking at the playful look on his face, anyone would question whether he was a mafia don or not. It was so different from the murderous expression he bore when we confronted Cross.

CHAPTER FOUR I dress up in my favorite royal purple suit that makes me look classy as hell. My jet black hair packed into a tight bun. I highlight my face with makeup, giving me a little baddie look. I glance at myself one more time on the mirror, making sure I am not looking horrible; it might scare people off me. Making me loose the job in the process. The door opens, revealing Mike. He is dressed up in a black hoodie, and a sweat pant. His dirty blonde hair styled to the side. He smiles at me, wrapping his arms around me.

“You take that Alpha that howled at you and give him the attention he thinks he deserves. Reestablish who’s who in that pack and forget them all.” Candice groaned at that. “We don’t need a war in here,” she retorted. “I agree,” Micha replied, styling the flowy, pale blue wig to boldly cover one eye. “Which is why we’ll all be dressed the same.” Aislyn’s mouth dropped open. “I cannot get away with what you wear Micha,” she stuttered out. “You can, too… and the effects you drum up will keep you hidden in all the right ways,” Micha assured her.

I said to them, and they helped me wear my white gown. I was ready, and feeling more nervous as I didn't know if Mikel had worn the black suit that I bought for him. I knew Mikel mostly wore white garments, either a shirt or trousers, but I hadn't seen him in a suit. Molly came in, and I saw her jaw drop as she walked into my room with Alana and Aiden, who also stared at me in shock as I looked so pretty in my white gown, and more with my hand gloves and holding the beautiful white flower that I had selected.

“I- I love Nicoli very much.” “You don’t say?”Meanwhile, Maddie finished her hair before moving on. She took up the dress she picked. It was certainly not something Mykhol would approve of. Again, Maddie only felt more triumphant getting the chance. One look at this, and that punk would be spinning. Maddie smirked with mischief. Well, that’s what he gets for making Ana stay up so late. Maddie gloated. It deserves him, right? Maddie was glad Mykhol would hate the dress. It was everything he disliked in one go. It was a thick velvet plum with a collar and sleeve of peachy lace. And it was embroidered with suns and moons on the hem.

she teased, taking the dress from his hands. Cassian had chosen a stylish, yet playful outfit for Hailey. The dress was a short, cute skirt that flared out slightly, ending just above her knees. It had a soft, pastel color with delicate floral patterns, perfect for a casual yet charming dinner look. The sleeveless top had a sweetheart neckline, which added a subtle hint of elegance to her outfit. Paired with it were flat sandals, designed with straps that wrapped delicately around her calves, giving a relaxed but chic vibe.

Mimicking Mikel's pose she looked from her brother and friend then to the van. "Witch one or two?" she asked. Mikel simply shrugged. "Ain't got no time for visitors. Get out on here." Kelsey ensured her drawl was in her voice, knowing it would irk whichever mother was in the van. They waited for a moment for them to leave but the occupants stepped out on the dusty road. The high-heeled feet that stepped out gave Mikel all the knowledge she needed to know. Tilting her chin up, she braced herself for the barb the woman would throw at her. Dressed in a well-tailored red pantsuit, her hair perfectly straight with an elaborate hat on her head Monique Rysdale slammed the van door in a huff. Her da

They knew you’d look. But then the doors opened. And everything shifted. Not silence. Not quite. But a pause. Like someone had pressed their fingers to the Academy’s pulse. House Six entered in pairs. Moses and Mika came first. Mystery and mischief. Moses’s coat kissed the floor behind him, midnight-black lined with blood-red silk. His skeletal gloves shimmered as he adjusted his cuffs, silver thread catching the light. He didn’t smile—he never smiled but his eyes scanned the room like it was a battlefield.