Rebekah Mikaelson Costume Novels & Stories

Rebeka added, coming around the corner wearing a medium sized pack on her back, her usual long coat to prevent her getting covered in blood and other fluids replaced with long tight riding pants and a loose-fitting shirt, opting for comfort for the trip it seemed. Seeing Rebeka now in these clothes instead of the long coat, Rex definitely had to admit she was quite a beautiful woman, turning to look at Markus, Rex saw he was not blinking while looking at her and if he wasn’t mistaken, saw a faint smile appear at the edge of his mouth, grinning Rex leaned in and whispered, “Did you bring a bucket? You know, to catch all that drool you’re making.” Seeing that he was caught out, Markus quickly

—the possibility that he might be fighting the same fire made her bold. Rebekah chose her outfit carefully. Nothing obvious; she wasn’t stupid. She pulled on a soft, oversized T-shirt that slipped off one shoulder, the thin fabric clinging just enough to hint at the lack of a bra underneath. Pair it with the same sleep shorts from last night, riding low on her hips. Bare feet, tousled hair left loose and messy. Innocent enough for “just woke up,” but every movement would tease. She took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway.

He sighed. “Enter,” he said. Milly walked in and Mikael almost groaned loudly. She was wearing something he would classify as a combination of a necklace and a handkerchief. Apparently, it was a dress. It barely covered her ass, it showed the sides of her breasts and all of her back. It was bubblegum pink with gold chains instead of straps. Mikael shook his head. It did nothing for him, if you didn’t count irritating him. He was just happy that Ben wasn’t here to see her.

Rebecca, on the other hand, wears a black pencil dress, stopping mid way from my ankles with a mini slit in the front. The dress falls off her shoulders but has long sleeves that burst out into pleats at her wrist. Something about the dress alone screams sexy while it clings to her natural curves. Her stilettos only add more to her height, making her almost reaching Kain’s. The two siblings exude power alone with every step they make closer to everyone else. Once the whole entry part is done and Kain detaches himself from her too quickly, a small crowd of high ranking wolves crowd over her instantly, bombarding her with questions while Kain slips away.

The game has just begun. ~~~~~ Rebecca walked majestically into Kael’s house that night , her pointed stilettos clicking on the polished floor, she wore a fearsome smile on her lips that was smeared in a deep red lipgloss, her curly black hair dancing around her shoulders as she walked. She wore a green fitted gown, with a deep V-neck exposing her cleavage, her round soft boobs almost bursting out of the gown, she swung her hips at every majestic step she took, with a confident aura as she was about to take the stairs.

Either way, it would be strong enough to keep her fire lit for a long time. “Get up.” Snapped Rebekah. She watched as the girl wiped her face on her pillow as she turned to get out of bed. Rebekah knew she was in a great deal of pain. Seeing as she barely had the strength to stand, Rebekah sighed. Reaching out she grabbed the girl by the face. The girl cried out as her shoulders relaxed and back straightened. Her long grey hair turned short and mousey brown. The deep wrinkles on her face smoothed out. Her eyes stayed the slate black color they always were. The eyes were important. They were always black and lifeless. They had to be. If anyone looked too close they would be able to see the tr

“Rebekah might have sleepwalked or whatever, but she ends up waking up in the middle of the woods, confused on how the hell she’d gotten there. The howls of the wolves in the woods woke her up. She sits up and breathes heavily, as if she had just escaped from someone who almost strangled her to death, or she just came out from the bottom of a river that tried to swallow and suffocate her. She coughed violently, but after that the tension in her breath and the pounding of her heart had reduced. After moments of taking care of herself not to cough out her heart or get a heart attack, she finally noticed the environment. All her efforts of relaxing herself went straight into the bin, because wh

Rebekah moved her body in rhythm, humming a song with nothing but a towel over her body. She held the two dresses, one in each hand and posed before the mirror. The red gown in her left hand had been a Christmas gift she had gotten for herself two years ago, and it still fit. It was a red turtle necked gown with tiny pearls all around the neck that barely reached her knees. It was a simple gown. No, not simple, classy. Or hot? Yes, hot, that’s the word.

My legs peeked through the slit, pale and powerful, and my hair cascaded in messy waves over my shoulders. I looked like a girl who burned things down just by existing but I didn’t understand why I had to wear this beautiful dress to escape.It’s not like we were going for a party or something. “…You done?” Rebekah asked. “Yeah.” She turned—and her mouth fell open. “Holy shit.” I stiffened. “What?” “You—you didn’t tell me you had that body under all the trauma and potato sweaters!” I blushed furiously. “Stop staring.”

, but as she turned, her eyes met with a black heel by the bedside and she smiled widely, "he sure was prepared on my behalf" Not wanting to keep him waiting, wherever he was and everywhere was getting dark as time passed, Rebekah quickly showered, making sure to smell nice and look nice, "Thank Goddess I packed some makeup", she said to herself as she dried her body stepping out and getting ready. She put on her green dress which was fitted and long and had a strip in the side. She adored the gown as she started putting on her makeup and then for her hair, she was able to weave it into one weave that she brought to the side, resting on her shoulder to her breasts or rather chest. That style