L From Death Note Costume Novels & Stories

THIRD POV Lisa comes out of her room wearing a short black leather skirt and black crop top with boots. "Good Lord Cousin you look good" Doreen say admiring Lisa. Doreen is on a short pink sleeveless gown with heels. They are both going night clubbing. "Well the plan is to kill cousin" Lisa say winking at Doreen. "I sure do love this new Lisa. You are a drop dead gorgeous damsel dear cousin!" Lisa smiles flipping her hair proudly.

Liza came out of her trance of thought and reach out to the nearby table and fetch her a glass of water. “Look, we will come up with some solution, till then stop crying” Liza tried to console her again. * It was almost 7 in the evening. Reluctant yet she got ready with the dress. It’s a bloodred off shoulder, net embroidered long sleeves full length dress. The dress fitted her well. She has separated her hair in the middle and kept it open. With some pink shade lip-gloss and her regular earrings, she walked down the hall. She did the least bit of makeup to look presentable. While descending down the stairs Ana saw Liza arranging a tray with glass of water. When she swirled at Ana’s way, her

She gives me a tight smile and walks out after him. “That went well,” Colin laughs. “Tell me more about Lyle. What does he look like?” “Pale and dead? He has dark hair, almost as dark as yours. His eyes are gray and cold. He dresses like a preppy businessman, if that makes sense.” I can tell it doesn’t by his furrowed eyebrows. “He was wearing a suit the night of my birthday, but the other night he had jeans and a leather jacket on.” “Great, thanks. I need to make a phone call.”

Nikita's POV I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the light blue dress I was wearing. It was nothing like what I was used to—flowy, light, and soft. It didn’t fit me. I didn’t fit it. The fabric itched against my skin, the colour unfamiliar and uncomfortable. I had become so accustomed to my black leather, the tight, harsh material symbolising the only life I knew. The life I had to build around my curse. The life that kept everyone at a distance.

I read the note. ' Good morning, beautiful. You had a nightmare last night, and I stayed with you. Thank you for trusting me. May your day be as lovely as you,' Nicholas. I bring the pink lotus to my nose and put it in a large drawer. I go to the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are red and sunken, indicating how much I cried. I quickly shower and change into a black long-sleeved dress just above my knees, paired with black tights, and wear black suede ankle boots. Lily said I should try accessories, so I picked a pair of pearl earrings and put them on, then added a pearl hairpin to my bun to style it. I feel a little embarrassed, but I don't take them off.

Adelaide chose a stunning pomegranate-red evening gown, its neckline and sleeves heavily embroidered with golden totems that perfectly showcased her noble Luna status and commanding presence. Lance changed into a loose, sky-blue robe. The fabric perfectly softened his terrifying battlefield aura, making his tall, broad frame look elegant and gentle—the picture of a refined nobleman.

My eyes shut, it plays once more. Liza lifts the fabric up, guiding it over my arms. Heavy, that dress, stitched with small silver dots along the collar and cuffs. Long sleeves hang down, close around the throat - like something meant to protect. She twists my hair tight, wraps it into a knot behind. On the surface, I appear exactly what they expect: dignified, distant, suited to stand beside someone powerful. Inside, though? Hollow. Draped in elegance, but pale, weightless - as if preparing to vanish.