Hope Mikaelson Outfit Novels & Stories

Not even my fears come close to knocking that single goal off its pedestal. I allow myself to drink in the view of him, and my breath is stolen away. From afar, I’d not seen the tiny details about him, like how his perfectly fitted suit is not black but charcoal grey with a hint of brown undertone. Or how the whole ensemble severely contrasts his pale hair, garnering attention towards his attractive face. Against my better judgement, I conclude he looks nothing less than an angel; it messes with my brain as Mikael is nothing but the devil’s incarnate.

All Alpha like that no one could dare cross his path. “Yeah.” I nervously let out, though not sure of what I had on. Caleb’s fashion designer had surprisingly clothed me in a black outfit. A gown with a sweetheart neckline and a slit by the side. My face was caked with so much makeup that I had difficulty in seeing my real face. My lips in a dark shade of purple lipstick. Dark, witchy and filled with power. That was what my whole makeup look was all about. With the combination of everything, I should definitely look like a Salem witch, awaiting trial.

But I went first to the shower to take a bath. As I stepped out of the shower, I immediately went to bed to look at the newly arrived clothes and mask I would use later at the party. Hermione sent me one of her best creations. It was a black vintage chiffon cocktail dress paired with black four-inch stilettos and a sexy masquerade black peacock feather eye mask. My phone rang, so I temporarily put down the mask I was holding. It was Klaus, and he sent me a message. He said he would be late because he attended a meeting in his office.

"Mom!?" Mikayla exclaimed as the shadow morphed into the recognizable features of the woman who birthed her. "What the hell are you doing here!" Michelle looked the same as ever; shockingly beautiful and well put together. Even at this time of the night, her make up was flawless. Her long blonde hair bellowed behind her that of a wraith, giving her an etheneral enchanting look. She was dressed in a tight mini dress that barely covered her ass and left little else to the imagination.

“You’re not dressed yet. We have some clothing from the pack house that we decided would be a good idea to wear.” “Like, a uniform?” Aisled slid him a look. “I guess. It’s not the same shade as what August’s soldiers are wearing, but it is similar. If battle breaks out, I want our side to know we’re with them. I worry that with you and Rhett running around in all black, you'll be mistaken for Van Helsings. The last thing we need is more gunshot wounds.” She put the eyeliner into the drawer and turned to face him. “You are so cute,” she told him with a smile. “Only you would fret about Rhett and I being mistaken for Van Helsings. Did he agree to wear the clothing?”

Mae giggled and left before I could argue. After taking a shower, I picked out a red bodycon maxi dress with long sleeves. It hugged my curves perfectly and fell smoothly down my body. I let my hair down, added mascara, eyeliner, a touch of eyeshadow, and finished with my lip combo before heading to the dining room. Everyone was already there. James. Kaelor. Virelle. Sabriel. And Mae. “Damn, you look hot,” James blurted out. Sabriel scoffed beside him.

I shouted. Oliver and Olivia came out with their weapons ready young Oliver was wearing a Neo Octoling Shades, Neo Octoling Armour, Red Swimsuit Bottom & Arrow Shoes while young Olivia was wearing Hynoshades, Painter’s Mask, Neo Octoling Armor, Pink Swimsuit Bottom & Delta Straps “wow you two are adorable” I said “aww thanks father” said Olivia “Olivia where’s Muzu and Jack, we’re about to head off and stop Mélusine” I explained I turned around to see Muzu wearing a Painter’s Mask, Male Agent 8 Top, Cyan Swimsuit Bottom and Friendship Bracelet “there you are Muzu, did you change your attire?” I asked him “yes father” said Muzu then I looked at Jack walking towards me “everyone is here mother

" smiled and walked to his place on cloud nine. Saturday, was rainy and cooler than the normal, as if it knew what was in store for this evening. Mackayla was a bit edgy having not slept well last night no bad dreams to blame. She showered and patched her tattoos she was nervous about tonight. She had a feeling letting the tattoos show would probably not be good they were restless sensing her mood.She met Blake at their assigned spot he was leaning against the hood of the jag. He did a bit of a double take at Mackayla's attire and attitude that radiated from her. She had chosen to wear a strapless, purple dress that was cut down the middle to her navel, but it had a strip that connected the

Too bad she missed Heron. What the hell was she wearing? She was heavily clad in make-up, wearing a red thrill seeker shrug with an airlift intrigue bra and black high-waist airbrush leggings. “Hi Mikayla.” She greeted me at the door with a half-smile, “Where are the guys?” “In a meeting,” I replied dryly, because I knew that her query was solely about one guy. My wolf, Pixie, now had a dislike for her. Nikki was not my friend.

Stefan held her hand, and she let him. They were given separate rooms to change. Mia’s first dress was a deep royal purple. It hugged her waist but flowed softly past her knees. Elegant without screaming for attention. Her makeup was light, just enough to define her face. But something about her skin today glowed differently. Okay. Deep breaths, she told herself as she walked out. Then she saw him. Stefan wore a purple suit that matched hers perfectly. Tailored to perfection, no tie, just a few buttons undone. He looked at her and didn’t even blink.