Regina George Revenge Outfit Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wondered if there was a way to shut everyone’s thoughts from my mind; I so didn’t want to be hearing thoughts everywhere I go, especially if it’s about me. “We’re so happy you’re back. How do you feel?” “I’m okay, thanks.” “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to walk soon enough. We know that Mrs. Savannah is the best physiotherapist in the country.” One of the ladies said to me. “Yes.” The other agreed. They both left. Just as we were about to leave the house, Reggie came in with James, he held two bouquet of roses. He smiled up at me when they spotted us.

“You are. And I will tell you this, whoever did all of this to you, he’s going to regret it. All you need to do is have your bath, come out like a million bucks, wear your gown, and then have your wedding. “You would have the whole guards on your side. The moment he touches you in your wonderful outfit, he’s going to have my wrath. Trust me on that. I’ll defend you.” I looked at her with raised brows. “You don’t know this family. You don’t know what they are capable of.” She smiled. “Have you seen what I’m capable of?” She then raised her hands to show me her claw-like nails as I chuckled. “All right, fine. I think we’d go with that.” She then hugged me, even though it would get her wet, as

His face turned red almost instantly. “What… what manner of armor is this?” His voice cracked. “Not armor.” Geoff’s grin widened wickedly. “Lingerie.” Keenan’s eyes swept the displays in horror and fascination. He leaned closer to one mannequin, frowning at a lacy bra. “It offers no protection. The stomach is bare, the chest, exposed. This would get a soldier killed.” “It’s not for fighting,” Geoff said. “It’s for… other battles.” Keenan’s blush deepened. “Ah.” He cleared his throat, stepping back like the lace itself might burn him. “Other battles.”

Everyone was so peaceful, carrying on with their lives despite what had happened. Her hold on the container tightened and in her eyes, determination flashed. It didn't matter to her what was going on in the life of other people or what they were thinking. She had returned here with one clear mission and she wasn't leaving until she had achieved it. And tomorrow, would be the start of that goal. ~•~•~•~ The day of the auction came quickly. Regina arrived at the venue dressed in a beautiful black gown. She had chosen the color specifically, knowing full well that Cillian loved women in black dresses.

It was the woman standing beside him. Violet’s breath caught in her chest. Luna. Her sister. Luna’s arm was hooked around Christian’s as they walked in together. Both of them looked unkempt, and it didn’t take long for Violet to notice the marks on Luna’s neck- faint bruises that no scarf or collar could hide. Her gaze drifted to Christian’s collar, where similar marks darkened his skin. Her entire body went cold. “Christian?” Violet’s voice trembled, barely a whisper, but in the silence of the room, it sounded like a scream.

"You look like you've seen a..." "Something bad happened." "What?" She asked in confusion as Paige hesitantly let her inside the trailer. Charity gasped. Her makeups, her carefully curated collection of foundations, palettes, and lipsticks; were scattered across the floor, many of them crushed or emptied. Her mirror lay cracked on the vanity, the glass spiderwebbed with fractures. Her costumes, the ones she'd spent weeks selecting with the costume designer, were either shredded or missing entirely. One dress hung from the ceiling fan like a bizarre decoration, its fabric torn in long, jagged strips.

One would think they had been drinking for a while without knowing that it was just at the beginning of the party. I passed through them, curious to test what I was experiencing and true to my thoughts, they had no clue I was there whatsoever. They didn't even shake one bit and I knew that they were completely clueless about my presence. ''That'll make it easier.'' Just then, i saw myself from the past walking in dressed in a tight black pants and a pink shirt that spelt ''Fuck you''. That was what the typical Regina would wear but now, I wasn't down for any of that. All that was on my mind now was my revenge mission and how to move ahead with it.

It's a pain in the head. "Good that you came. I thought you would ditch me." Regina grinned, her bangles were clinking. "That's not my thing." I said, putting my bag on my lap after i sat in front of her. She's all casual, all smiles to the point that they are so fake for me. Although i want to ignore this pathetic small detail, i couldn't help but spot my clothes and compare it to hers. I'm wearing a ruffled top underneath my blazers, i looked plain, too much of a workaholic lady with a big bump on her stomach. Meanwhile, she's the stellar of the night, wearing a bloody red fitted dress with her colored maroon tiny lips like a poison ivy.

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

Vivian, still clad in her nightwear and hastily thrown-on kimono, swung the door open to find her mother standing before her. Regina, her mother, was impeccably dressed even in her active wear, a testament to her unwavering commitment to maintaining a polished appearance. She wore a sleek black workout top that hugged her figure, paired with matching leggings and pristine white sneakers. Her silver hair was styled flawlessly, and a hint of perspiration on her forehead suggested she had just returned from an intense workout session.