Hope Mikaelson Outfit Novels & Stories

Opening the bag I find a pair of cat eye sunglasses, a big sun bonnet, a blonde wig, sandals, and a bright floral dress covered in large tropical flowers. "He's trying to get me mugged," I realize as I strip off my suit. "All I'm missing is a camera and I'll look like the perfect tourist-target." I grump. "Ah, I wouldn't say that," a deep masculine voice says from behind me. "This bathroom is occupied," I announce. "Are you sure," he kisses my neck from behind. "I thought maybe you'd like to join the Mile High Club with me. "You can't be serious," I turn around to see Micah looking like a complete stranger with aviator sunglasses, a strange, straight black wig, and a large handlebar mustache

This was an occasion where 'dress to impress' is an unvoiced, unbreakable rule, unspoken as it was, everyone knew it could never be overlooked. Mikkel had worn a light beige shirt along with a matching pair of dark brown pants to go with it. His deep brown hair was clipped back by Meghaal. He had found the courage to ask Meghaal to do his hair and make-up. The girl was ecstatic at the fact of him wanting to 'express himself by exposing himself to the greatness of the world' and, true to her word, she did a great job. The makeup she used was not heavy enough to stand out but not light enough to go undetected.

He was stealing their hearts gradually while I just sat and watched. I saw Makaila come to the field and I sighed involuntary. Her blond hair bounced as she skipped in looking beautiful. Lately, she has started wearing cloths with more colour and it made her beautiful. No more baggy cloths hiding her well defined curves. Why would she want to hide them? She was hot. I ran up to her. "Makaila." I called. She turned to look at me and her lips spread in a small smile, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

He left again like a man running a war from a tablet. The next evening, I met them in the lobby like we were about to execute a bank heist instead of watch a movie. Rory wore a beanie pulled low and glasses that were absolutely fake. Micah wore a plain hoodie and a cap, minimal and effective. Jace wore a black hoodie, cap, and a medical mask like he was hiding from germs and destiny. “Do I look normal?” Rory whispered loudly. “No,” I whispered back. “You look like a celebrity trying to look normal.”

“You've been the Luna of this pack in every way that matters since day one. This is just making it official.” “And giving us an excuse to party,” Mira added with a grin. Looking in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. The dress fit perfectly, the enchanted fabric shifting with hints of otherworldly power. My hair was a work of art, incorporating traditional styles from every race. Even my makeup somehow managed to highlight both my human features and the supernatural elements I'd gained. A knock at the door revealed Victor. “It's time.” Mom hugged me one last time, definitely crying now. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

Mia responded. Mia eyed the dress in the maid's hands. There were shiny silver jewelries used to design the dress and it was peach pink and the material looked very soft. She seemed to have regretted her actions but she quickly recovered from the thought. She didn't want to be bossed around by either Aaron or Miram. The maid sighed, "if that is what you want but I hope that I don't get into trouble for doing this." "You won't." Few minutes later, Mia was dressed in a plain forest green dress. There were no shiny ornaments that were used to decorate the dress this time but it got Mia perfectly.

Samael and I relax by the fire for a little while, until Heidi and Harlow show up to help me get ready for dinner. They apply a light layer of make-up on my face, and style my hair in a half up-do, leaving a few curls loose. The dress they put me in is midnight blue, it's fitted at the top but flows to the floor in layers and has dainty lace sleeves. “Do vampires always dress this fancy for dinner?” I ask, as Harlow places a pair of heels in front of me, which I step into cautiously.

Mikael's voice was warm, his eyes glinting as he drank the content from his cup. "Why does she look like she's seen a ghost? Is she afraid her blood would be used for our next dinner?" someone taunted me in the room, grabbing my attention. He was like a giant, his whole body could swallow me up and probably most people in this room. One of his eyes had been patched and he was bald. On his forearms was a tattoo of a wing and the name Ophylia was written underneath.

I wanted to know if she’d actually show up or if she’d chicken out and move to another planet so Maeve didn’t have to pull her to Michael’s house. I wanted to see what she’d dress as—if she’d dress up at all. Then the front door opened again, and I lifted my drink to my lips. But I then paused. The room shifted. Orange. That was the first thing I noticed. Then it became clearer. Orange sweater stretched over curves I tried to sketch perfectly in my head every night, a short skirt, knee socks, and glasses that framed her face instead of hiding it. Velma—of course. She looked uncomfortable as Maeve pulled her into the crowd, and I just knew she wanted to melt away when she kept shoving people

Orion threw his head back with a chuckle, as he raised his head as his eyes met with those caramel brown eyes. "Heck yeah" he muttered as he stared at the two figures that stepped into the hall. Magnolia was dressed in a red tank top that hugged her huge breasts and a black short that was accompanied with fish net stockings, her thigh high boots made her look hot. Her name up was soft but smoky at the same time and she had this alluring style on her lips. Astrid hung on her arm wearing a charming smile, they had similar outfit but she wore a white cropped top instead.