Serena Pokemon Outfit Novels & Stories

She explored more rooms, a gym which had every piece of equipments known to man, an indoor pool, a game room on the main floor, she came across a particular room and found it locked, making her curious as to what was in there since every other rooms were opened. She decided that she would have to find a way to get in, but not now, it was already getting late and she needed to get ready for dinner. Standing in front of the full-length mirror she checked out her appearance, Serena had decided to wear a shirt black skirt with a pink top, she wore only a light dusting of makeup and then dab a perfume behind each earlobe, after giving her hair another brushing she checked herself once again in th

Or where she got it all from. "This would look nice on you," she babbled, tossing yet another shirt at me, "and these. And Oh my Moon Goddess, this colour with your eyes. Mmm-hmm." A blood-red sweater landed on my lap. The chest finally empty, Serena stood in front of me expectantly, rubbing her hands together. Her soft lips curled into a massive grin. I hugged the blanket with my shaking hands. Back at Cedar Wood I had a grand total of three outfits to choose from, none of them as nice as these clothes. I desperately wanted Izzy to wake up and guide me.

She squealed in excitement. I looked at the princes to see that they were hiding behind Iroka along with my two familiars. I looked back at Serena and could not help but compare her appearance to the other Nymphs that we saw before. She was taller and her skin was a bit tanned. Her sea green hair, that was adorned with flowers, floated behind her as if an invisible wind was carrying it. Her dress was made of silk and adorned with more spring flowers that held it together to make a strap on one shoulder.

Perhaps this was one of the side effects. That’s what she told herself, anyway. By the time she stepped out of the chamber, dressed in a soft blue cloak with her hair tied back in a simple braid, she was composed. She found Kiara waiting near the corridor, arms crossed and dressed in her warrior leathers. “How are you?” Serena asked. Kiara smiled, always so effortlessly confident. “I’m great. You look refreshed.” “You took the rest you needed. You look good,” Serena returned the compliment sincerely.

Damn, her life path is so different from Serena’s. “I’m here,” Irina’s voice disturbed me, sounding awkward. She stood in the doorway, hesitant. Meanwhile, I was struggling to hide my surprise at Irina’s appearance. Of all the clothes she could have worn, she chose pink pajamas with an embroidered bunny head. Serena liked those pajamas because she thought my life was too brutal. She wanted to be the cute and playful side of me to balance out my dark aura. Remembering how Serena expressed her feelings in such situations, it felt warm to me.

Her eyes have turned a shade darker than usual, while she was glaring at me with such intensity that I had this maddening urge to kiss her on the lips. 'You sure Price, you don't want another punch turning your sexy jaw royal blue?' My alter ego whispered and I glared at this sudden gloating side of me. It emerged when I was in the worse of my moods but best of my intentions. It would make me a male chauvinist. I could care least infront of my lady devil. I grinned at my then conscience and took in Serena's outfit: dressed in printed shorts, with a yellow sleeveless top, she appeared ethereal. Her toned white legs were on display ,made her nothing less than a magazine model. Her messy curls