Isabelle Lightwood Costume Novels & Stories

Isaac had to hold his arm and pull him toward them for him to move. “Hi,” Isabelle said. “Hi,” Joel breathed. “You look... Beautiful.” Isabelle was wearing a pink-champagne and black, off-shoulder ball-gown, with the colour black fading in from her chest and fading out at knee-length. The dress and black heels had been her mom's pick, and she was glad she had taken the advice. Since there had been no time to make her hair, she had loosened her former braids and made a twisted halo. She wore little makeup (courtesy of Loveth) and a bracelet on her left arm.

The girl stood alone and looked at Lux from a distance. "Oh, you bastard, the old man! He did it again!” Rosa who berated her boss. It was obvious that she was very upset with her boss. After that, Lux who was wearing an all-black outfit with short shorts, a short-sleeved shirt, along with black gloves. Not to forget, she wore frye boots and also changed her hairstyle into a ponytail. The blonde-haired girl entered a closed place and gathered with several people wearing all black. She lined up like the others and standing near a man with light brown hair. TO BE CONTINUED…

She paused halfway down the aisle, looked up at me and gave me a sharp, military-style nod as if to say, The perimeter is secure, Papa. A soft ripple of laughter echoed through the guests. I gave her a smile and nodded back. Behind her came Irene. She was aggressively dabbing her eyes with a tissue, sniffling loudly as she walked, looking between me and the open doors. Then, the music swelled. And the world stopped spinning. Isabella. She wore a dress of flowing, liquid silk that draped perfectly over her curves, with a delicate lace bodice that left her shoulders bare. Her hair which she colored back to black cascaded down her back in loose, elegant waves, catching the golden light.

I ask, nodding to the female Alpha respectfully. “It is.” Isabella confirms. She was no longer in the ballgown from before. Instead, she wore a pair of black fitted jeans and a simple cream blouse. Liam was dressed in black slacks and a blue turtleneck, his hand possessively placed at the small of Isabella’s back. “When you asked me to help you take over Frost Moon, I did not expect it to involve Damon’s death.” She says quietly, stepping away from Liam and coming to stand before me. Her blue eyes hold no sadness, just empathy as Isabella takes my hand in hers.

After I finished, I changed into a grey t-shirt and sweatpant. I heard a knock on my door as I walked out of the closet going back to the bedroom. “Come in!” I said and the door slowly opened as I looked at Isabella walking in. She had her hair tied behind and was wearing a light pink silk short sleeveless nightdress with a robe on top. “Hey?” she said to me, she looked more without any make-up on her. Her natural tanned skin clear through the lights. “Hey?” I said wanting to hear what she wanted because I thought she wanted to rest.

She silently prayed for peace to exist between them as that was obviously more advantageous to her and was bound to make her mother happy. The lady waited for Isabella to take a bath and after that, gave her a red gown to wear. Isabella had worn short gowns before but had never worn something so skimpy and revealing. It barely covered her boobs and butt cheeks and, it revealed more than it covered her perfectly fair skin. However, she accepted it without complaining. The lady applied make-up on Isabella's face. The lipstick was so red that it made Isabella's lips look like that of a blood sucker. Her long hair was beautiful styled and she was given an unusually high silver sandal to wear.

I could see Mary and jane's shadow peeping through the kitchen door hole , it wasn't their fault , they are probably surprised that I agreed to sit in the parlour after work and play games rather than changing into my casual clothes and wearing my usual frown Getting into my room , I shut the door tightly , walking to the view of my window , grasping the bars , I began wondering what kind of spell I was under, I have never done this with a lady , the only person I play games with is chris . "It was just a game and by the way she persuaded you to" a tiny voice reminded in my head reminded. Someone was knocking on my door . " who is there " "Isabella" Lord what was she doing here ?

I'm two steps behind him, Helena asleep upstairs, the house quiet in the way it only is between the one and four feeds when both of us can briefly be unconscious at the same time. Isabelle looks nothing like the last time I saw her. The polished armor she wore to this house before is gone. Her hair is loose and not deliberately loose, her mascara has traveled south, and there's a milk stain on the shoulder of her coat that she either hasn't noticed or has stopped caring about. The baby on her hip is maybe six months old, round-faced and drowsy, wearing a onesie with a small yellow duck on the front. "I need help," she says.

Ahh “What are you doing?” A loud scream sprang up to my throat but I swallowed it back before it could leave my mouth. I whirled around and saw Isabel standing behind me with a confused look on her face. I was shocked to see that she was putting on a white flowing gown that covered her legs. She usually wore black. I’ve never seen her in another color. According to her, her powers were dark and it was easier to summon anytime she was wearing black. “What were you doing?”

The outfit consisted of a bright pink gown, a blazer and pair of flat shoes let's not leave out the transparent glasses that finalizes the look and could easily pass for a nerdy outfit, - Dressed in the outfit I picked last night, I was sitting in the dinning when Isabelle descended the stairs with a beautifully dressed Lissa. "Mama!" she exclaimed, running towards me, I stood up to carry her in my arms. "Good morning Lissa," I said, smiling at her. Turning to face Isabelle I spoke again, "Good morning Belle." Lissa chuckled, clapping her hands "Guu morning Belle!" she mimicked me, making Isabelle smile