Rebekah Mikaelson Outfit Novels & Stories

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

It’s like we’re all bracing ourselves but we want to enjoy it now before the storm begins. When Rebecca finally walks in, she’s dressed to the absolute nines in stilettos and the most stunning Fendi dress. God, how is she always so perfect!? “Oh my gosh!” She squeals as she scoops Raegan into her arms. Theo stays put but Lucas stands and makes his way towards them and she grabs him as well, holding them both in her arms. “I’ve missed you guys so much.” “Missed you too, Mom,” Lucas says.

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.

He was getting nervous waiting for her like this. Rebekah stood in front of the mirror as she packed her red hair in a bun, she wore a green, knee length, off-shoulder dress that revealed her mating mark perfectly, that compliments her hairpin with silver pearls placed all over as a design. She thought to herself; “maybe I am over dressed, but better to be over dressed than underdressed right? Isn’t that how they say it?” she picked up the gift she bought for him from humans’ market and left her room.

Phoebe laughed at Michelle that looked like a kid in a toy shop. “Never,” Michelle said, wondering how far away they are from the pack. “I will leave you to bath,” Phoebe said making her way out of the room. “You don’t seem worried that that pack will find us,” Michelle said. “We are very, very, very far away,” Phoebe laughed, closing the door behind her. After her bath Michelle put on the two-piece outfit that consisted of black low-riding white harem pants paired with a black off-the-shoulder top that had gold flower detail on the hems, that reached just above her belly button.

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.

My eyelashes are curled up nicely, opening my eyes. ''Okay now for the dress.'' Rebecca mutters before walking toward me with a dark blood red short dress. It has a low cut on the chest which would show off my cleavage a little bit more than necessary. It ends up on my thigh and hangs nicely onto my shoulders. They all three look at me and I nod my head before changing.

They exchange a look before turning their attention toward the party, and then I hear Rebecca say, “Honey, is that her?” “Who?” “Our maid?” My eyes find her before Edmund’s does. She’s just walked through the door of the event, wearing a mask and a beautiful black and purple dress that makes her look like something out of a book, and her dark hair is up in an elegant updo. She’s looking around, perhaps for us, and then she turns her head and we make eye contact for a few seconds. Why’s my heart beating a little bit faster than it was before? What the hell is this?

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.

I had so much works to do, so I needed that cup to make me bright awake. “I also cross-checked the designs for this season. It was splendid and amazing. When would you sign the deal, Miss?” she asked. Rebekah was a geek. She always wore this thick-rimmed glasses which were a little too big for her face. She had schooled at England and had this British accent that could not be mistaken, even from a mile away. Her clothes were mostly sweaters and denim jeans. Hair, a short curly bub with baby fringe at the front. Let’s just say she wasn’t that runway model even though she was good at making superb fashion supplies.