Rebekah Mikaelson Costume Novels & Stories

She stood and they assisted her into the really beautiful emerald green dress. Once the dress was secured and perfectly fitted, the maids stepped back. Before Vaelora could admire their work, one of the sentinels announced Rebekah's presence. "Let her in." Vaelora ordered, and Rebekah made her way in this next minute. "You’re here.” Vaelora said softly, flashing her a smile. She looked over Rebekah's creamed colored dress, and her smile stretched wider. Danika and the other maids excused themselves, having finished with their work.

She stood up, pulling her fingers from his. She leaned in and kissed his lips for a second. “See ya.” ******* Rebecca couldn’t hide her excitement when she saw her dress and heels. It was a limited edition and some days ago she had seen it online but then it was very expensive and she couldn’t get it. She didn’t know how Axel found out she had been wanting to get the gown, but she was excited. She grouped call her friends, showing them the backless long black gown and the heels with red bottom.

God, I didn’t even get sixty seconds to calm myself up here. Rebecca appeared at the other end of the aisle, looking gorgeous with her long, dark hair done in a cute up-do. Her dress had off-the-shoulder lace sleeves that matched the rest of the fabric of the dress, and it hugged her body like a second skin. I smiled seeing her and remembered suddenly how much I love and adore her.

That wasn’t the first time Jackson had spoken like he expected them to separate. Her chest tightened as she turned back to look at the woods. “Sure. Why not? Let’s invite Mother dearest to this wonderful party,” she said tightly before walking towards the trees. Rebecca came out from behind a tree trunk wearing a different dress, one that looked expensive, but still barefoot. “I don’t want to intrude,” Rebecca said. “I find that hard to believe,” she said. “Where did you get the dress?” Rebecca smoothed down the silk of the silky green summer dress that brought out her eyes even in the dying light. Her mother looked like some sort of ethereal beauty. If those were the changes Brit had seen i

Now she has to move faster and more surely so that there are no more obstacles in her way. "Where are you going?" Raymond asked as his daughter came down for breakfast. Rebecca's makeup looked different from usual. She was more cheerful in a floral dress with open shoulders and a long skirt that covered her knees. She wants to change her image to that of a sincere, innocent woman like Fisya.

Nico/Sheen was wearing a simple black shirt with a side pocket that has an Aztec design on it and black pants. Kevin/Leo was wearing a white 3/4 sleeve shirt with a black handkerchief tied to his neck and matching it up with maroon-colored pants. Finally, we have Gabrielle/Xander. He wearing multiple pastel-colored Aztec-designed shirt with a jean jacket that has a hoodie over it and some casual jeans. I have to say that they looked really good. And I have to give credit to my mom for having designed these wonderful clothes. She's so awesome… ...AND SHE'S MY MOM!

Nicholas’ POV My reputation, it seemed, had a life of its own. A thrill shot through me-part pride, part panic. Before I could respond, a roar of applause and wolf-whistles erupted from the base of the grand staircase. There they were. My girls, making an entrance. Rebecca led the way, a vision in blood-red. Her dress was a strapless, corseted thing that pushed her magnificent breasts up into breathtaking, barely-contained peaks. A devil's headband with small horns nestled in her dark curls. She held a plastic pitchfork and blew a kiss to the crowd.

Who could be the perfect Luna for my pack when I become the alpha. I was about to tell them out loud that Rebecca was my choice. But then, my whole world came to a pause. She was wearing a grape green tulle ball gown. Her red hair was curled perfectly. She wasn't wearing any makeup, unlike Rebecca. Just cherry blush on her cheeks and lips were coated with cherry gloss. She looked like a goddess. I couldn't stop myself and I started following her behind.

He said plainly, still looking at the sleeping child. Rebecca looked at her daughter and saw that she was sleeping. She gently placed her on the bed. She put back her breast in her bra and adjusted the sleeve of her dress. She stood up. She had accidentally undone the lacing of her corset completely without knowing when she wanted to feed Catherine. "Oh, no!" She mumbled, with her hands behind her. Duke Williams heard her, even though she spoke softly. He observed the look she had and had a hunch something was wrong.

Feeling completely overwhelmed by how close he was—his cool breath practically brushing her skin, his silver-dark eyes boring into her very soul—Rebecca couldn't sit there for another second without shattering. She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping sharply against the oriental rug, and walked swiftly away from the desk. She wasn't wearing the sophisticated sapphire blue dress from the night before, nor the dark purple academic gown. In her exhausted, resolute focus that morning, she had thrown on her most basic comfort clothes: a simple, long-sleeved black t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. Her hair wasn't pinned back perfectly; a few dark strands had escaped her ponytail, framing he