Rebekah Mikaelson Costume Romane & Geschichten

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.

Maeve Pov. The next day went on so fast and before I knew it, I was in a hotel room that Rebekah had reserved to get my makeup done. "Don't you think this is quite a lot?" I asked as Rebekah handed me a strapless red mini-dress, that was too short for my liking. "What are you talking about, this is barely doing it," she said as she turned around to bring out the materials for my makeup."I never knew you had such a great body, why do you even hide it in all that clothing, I even brought a breast pad thinking you would need it."

We were just about to enter a room when a cold, calm voice echoed from the top of the staircase. “Jazper. You're here. Good to see you again.” I looked up. Mikaela Gibson. I’d studied her more than anyone. From the way her sharp brows angled downward, to her perfectly ironed hair, to the simple but expensive dress she wore. She looked like someone who didn’t miss a single detail, and didn’t forgive easily. Strict. Sophisticated. Quietly terrifying. “Mother,” Mr. Gibson said, his face unreadable. He didn’t smile. He didn’t even stop walking.

A known voice made them turn at a time to see Pascal who's dressed like Bluebeard with a large smile on his face. "Pascal!" Tiffany laughed. "Katherine Pierce? Rebekah Mikealson?" He said, checking them out. "I'll go for Rebekah, Yvonne fits the Katherine personality better" Tiffany said, splaying her hair. "Whatever" Yvonne smiled. "Hey, you look fabulous in the costume" Tiffany played with Pascal's beard, and he chuckled. "Fabulous? He looks hideous" Yvonne made faces. "That's kinda like the point, right?" Pascal raised his shoulders.

jewellery. Then after putting on some makeup we trio headed towards the garden. The gown was so heavy and huge for me that it was kind of impossible for me to walk. When I was struggling hard, I saw Xander in a blue tuxedo, standing in front of me with his devilish smile on his lips. His alpha aura was shining brightly. Seeing my pathetic condition, Xander chuckled out loud and exclaimed, “You are funny Hazel. Why are you fighting with your gown?” I roll my eyes, replied, “I am trying to walk. Cannot you see?” “Hmmm. Let me help you, my Luna,” taking some steps forward towards me, Xander replied. Then with a swift motion, he scooped me up and started walking towards the garden. I asked in a

Noticing that my muscles remain stationary, her fingers turn bold, sliding down toward my belt buckle. Rebekah had engineered the entire sequence, inviting my station to a secure dining hall inside the hotel fortress with the sole intention of drugging my senses to get me inside this private room. Knowing that my wolf suffers from extreme neat-freak programming, she had deliberately consumed excessive synthetic alcohol and vomited directly onto my chest armor, certain that my system would be unable to tolerate the contamination, forcing me to secure an isolated chamber to wash away the stains. Her twisted logic registers zero guilt for the manipulation; her brain believes any treason is just

The large property, with its swimming pool, outdoor party hall, and several scattered bathrooms, was the perfect setting for a big family gathering. Rebecca arrived around 8 p.m., dressed to kill. She wore a tight red dress, short enough to show off her thick thighs, with a generous neckline that left a good portion of her large breasts on display. The thin fabric clung to her body because of the heat, clearly outlining her nipples and the curve of her ass. At 25 years old, she knew exactly the effect she had. Her hair was loose, her eye makeup was bold, and she wore bright red lipstick. Underneath, she had on only a black thong.

And yet when I'd first met her, she had been a timid little waif. Tyler did a ballet pirouette that was just a little too perfect which meant that once upon a time my deadly little Angel of Death had probably taken lessons. It intrigued me and again I found myself wondering who my friends had been before coming into contact with the vampires. Her frightening outfit consisted of a floral cotton dress, cashmere sweater, white stockings, and baby doll shoes. Her black hair was stripped of all hairspray and gel and fell in soft waves behind her ears. Instead of the stark makeup she normally wore, she now donned soft little girl neutral makeup that almost seemed as if she wasn't wearing anything.

Rebekah sang into his ear in a sultry, breathless voice. Her hands slid lower, over his belly. “Happy birthday to you,” she continued. He turned to look at her and almost fell off the piano bench. Rebekah wore a white halter dress with a long, loose skirt. It was a replica of the one Marilyn Monroe wore in The Seven Year Itch. The costume didn’t stop at the dress; Rebekah had the wig, the makeup. She looked as hot as hell in July. “Happy Birthday, Mister Eric Sticks,” she sang in that same sexy voice.

she greeted. Marcus looked at Becky with surprise. She looks different. In a blue net dress that is just below her knee, she looks divine. The light makeup and the terrific mascara has highlighted her long eyelashes. She looks Goddess of Beauty. With silver pendants around her delicate neck and little stars in her ears, added purity and decency in her looks. Marcus heartbeats are at marathons. He wants to smack her and hold her. But that would expose his plans. Marcus extends his hand for the handshake.