Hope Mikaelson Outfit Novels & Stories

He was still wearing the silver cloak of the Alpha, but the shoulders beneath it were smaller and his jaw, which had set like granite, seemed hollow․ His eyes, set upon me with such resolution, now seemed to be looking over my head, as if expecting a specter․ Then they found me․ And something inside him cracked open․ I saw it happen․ The way the color drained out of his face․ The way his hand flexed at his side like he wanted to reach for a weapon he no longer trusted․ Maelis had been just behind him and to the right, and she was always wearing white when she was worried․ This time it was not ceremonial white․ Something sharper, colder․ It was a dress good for running, edged in black thread

he said, walking out of the door. “Works like a charm,” Jace said. He walked over to the couch and plopped down on it. “I'll wait for you.” Mia nodded and took the bag to the other room. She locked the door in case one of them came in while she was undressing or dressing. That would be an uncomfortable situation. She quickly freshened up and changed into the outfit Felicity brought. It was a pretty red gown with a bow at the back. There was a matching bow for her hair and Mia clipped it on after combing her hair.

His long curly hair was tied in a bun and he kept his five o' clock shadow neatly which accentuate his burly figure that radiates a strong aura where anyone who dares touches him wouldn't see the light of day. Nika however wore a long fitted gold gown that glitters in the bright light and her long blonde hair was tied in a bun. Her makeup was flawless and not a speck was out of place. She walks with her head held high oh so boldly. After all, he was the mother of the most likely, next president of Sviatoslavich Co. Meanwhile, Mikael look just as grand as both of his partners with his long blonde hair swept to the side in a classic hairdo and his dark blue eyes was like an arrow that even at

Maximus POV. My heart raced as I finished getting ready with Marcus and Kyle by my side. I looked at myself in the mirror, dressed in a chic costume. The outfit was a sleek black suit, tailored to perfection, with gold embellishments that added a touch of regality. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and nerves as I realized that tonight was not just a celebration of our victory over Melezo, but also a celebration of my love with Felicity. "I can't believe this is happening," I muttered to myself.

He said. Mr Phenyo then walked away, but his cologne remained. Mika finally returned from his break, you could see him from a distance. He had the same look on him all the time, you could swear that he didn’t have any clothes. He wore two shirts that revealed his strong muscular body. A long sleeve shirt with black printed roses on it. On the following day, he would wear a similar shirt except it had no roses and was plain white. His long blonde hair neatly tied to the back. Apart from his lack of good taste in fashion,he did manage to get lady's to sleep with him,how I didn't know.Not forgetting his Russian, accent.

"Don't worry Kylie, and congratulations on your win." "Thank you." I beamed before hastily running to the shower. Twenty minutes later I stepped out of the shower and got dressed into a lace wide scoop neck shirt which hugged my body with three quarter length sleeves, a simple white cropped short sleeved blouse, a pair of smoky patterned harem pants which hid the cast and a pair of ankle boots. I waved my damp hair as I stepped into the main common room. I noticed that the Moroi boys were dressed in casual but more party like clothes and I could only guess that they'd gone shopping. I blinked in surprise at the outfits that the four of them wore. All four were wearing almost the same thing;

The dress was an off-the-shoulder style and she spent a good amount of time adjusting her cleavage so they were not flashing to the entire castle by the time they stepped out. She packed her red hair to the top of her head with a green clip she found and smacked her lips. She was ready to have fun. She slipped on silver sandals she found in the wardrobe and stepped out of the room. Micah was already outside his door waiting for her. "Waoh," he whispered as she stepped out of the room. His eyes swept over her and they darkened at once. "You look so beautiful I could take you right now... Shit!" Hazel giggled, unable to make up words as her cheeks turned a color even brighter than her hair.

Mia happily conveyed, inhaling the aroma of Hayden's meal drifting into her nose. Mason, Caleb, Craig, and Philip shook their heads in amusement. "Foodie, where have you been all day?" Philip, who was typing on his phone, paused and eyed Mia with curiosity. Mia had been leaving the mansion before the boys woke up and returned home extremely late at night, which was completely unusual for her. Besides, she was also dressed unlike the 'man' Mason knew. Mia was in a white halter tank top and a blazing red leather miniskirt with bright red lipstick on her lips, which was very unusual for her.

They could barely be seen in the shadows they were in, but Mikail knew them well and could see in his mind just where they started near her neck and where they ended a little ways down her left leg breaking at the waist where the top and pants met. "Don’t take the laces out, just loosen them," she instructed. When they were loose enough, she told them to help her out of the top of the scouting armor. When they did, to their relief, they found that she was wearing another of the corsets they had both seen. "That has to come off, too, if I am to become Victor again." Both their faces fell. Mikail was finding it more and more difficult to be honorable about this.

Is she avoiding me? I contemplate the turn of events between us as I get through my day but am left disconcerted. Friday night is here, and I’m on my way to Garden of Eden for the Halloween party. I know that Mikhail was joking when he said that I should dress like a vampire, but I figure, why the hell not? I opt to be a less cheesy version, though. Instead of a cape, I wear a suit, draw puncture wounds on my neck with blood dripping down the collar and let my fangs come out. No one other than those who know what I am will be the wiser.