Ardeth Bay Costume Novels & Stories

Arden didn't budge. "The lady is already here, King Arden," he heard the servant's low voice. "Leave her there," he answered. "Yes, my Lord..." the servant replied. Arden spent an hour showering and went out while wrapping the white towel around his waist and opening the door. "This is the dress you're gonna wear, Miss," the servant presented as soon as she went out of the bathroom. The satin white dress looked seductive with its puff sleeve and sweetheart neckline. She nodded defeatedly and started changing.

I said trying to quickly distract him from coming to the inevitable realization of the situation. He immediately glanced over my shoulder at what I was trying to hide. It felt like he was a stressed-out parent who happened to stumble upon a disobedient child’s mess. Now that we weren’t standing so close; I could see he was dressed in what seemed to be an alien warrior costume made up completely of some type of rose gold armor with matching gauntlets, spartan style armor vest, and black and rose gold futuristic combat pants and boots with straps that had some cool light effects that made it look like they were glowing. He even had a mask that looked like a cross between a clear high-tech face

At that moment, the dream I had where Abdul pushed me down a cliff had come to my mind. "Cut! That was great. Thank you Labeebah. That was great. That's the wrap for today." I nod and get up from my position, Zainab runs over with an overcoat that she had been sensible to bring. She was dressed herself in a big sweater. My costume is a dyed blue high neck a-line gown slit at the sides to allow freedom and a white cotton pair of trousers, the scarf, another cotton white soft material that the makeup people looped around my head in a style that looked complicated and allowed a small portion of the scarf to fall down my left shoulder.

ELIZABETH: The night air was electric with anticipation as I slipped into my costume, a stunning batwoman outfit that hugged my curves just right. I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror, the way the black fabric shimmered under the dim light, making me feel both fierce and glamorous. Beside me, my best friend Cheryl was putting the final touches on her Cleopatra costume. The golden accents of her outfit sparkled like sunlight, and her dramatic eye makeup only added to the regal vibe she radiated.

I nodded again but didn’t speak because I too was trying hard to keep myself from laughing. Emilio and all three of his friends wore costumes. I had to work a little hard but I was able to find them. While Emilio wore the sandy suit with the signature flower up his ear and looked like a cute adorable laughable little squirrel. Leo and Theo wore a squidward costume and acted the lazy, so-done-with-everything part while the new guest, Aries, joined in and wore a mr krabs costume. I didn’t get the glass globe of Sandy's costume because I felt that it might be a little too heavy for Emilio.

With everything prepared, the last thing to do was to take a good shower, put on the night costume, and wait. She didn't wait long, though, as her boyfriend arrived ten minutes after she turned on the music and spread dry ice smoke in the secret room. He didn't find any notes with instructions or any costume, so he called her name. She approached amidst the smoke, dressed in a red mesh skirt, a matching top with the inscription PFD (short for Philadelphia Fire Department), black short boots, and a helmet. "Is it here that it's on fire?" she asked playfully, caressing his chest over his shirt with one hand while holding an acrylic fire extinguisher, just like the real ones, with the other.

I wonder if there is any civilization beyond those mountains. Connor steers me towards the third row and I take a seat to his right so that I have a clear view of the ceremony. Aztec and Avery are on the left whereas Caliana and Lycidas are on the right. Caliana is dressed in an off shoulder long lace dress whereas Avery is dressed in a scoop necked, half sleeved long dress with a lace bodice. Both of their dresses are peach pink in colour. Both of them look so radiant that their mates can't take their eyes off from them. Aztec and Lycidas are both dressed in white shirt and two-piece suits with their ties matching to that of the colour of their mates' dresses. I don't understand why they to

He was wearing black pants, black combat boots, a white shirt, and a black leather jacket with sunglasses and a mask covering the lower part of his face. Taylor was wearing black trousers, a white polo shirt, and white shoes, while her stunning red hair was tied up into a messy bun. On the other hand, Ysabelle was wearing a simple white dress and white heels with sunglasses on her eyes as well. She just let her wavy blond hair down. They were all walking towards us like they owned the runaway as they dragged their trolleys beside them. I really can’t help but look at them in amusement. Arthur, the energetic guy who always looks innocent and harmless, immediately put his luggage aside and ran

Arthur was sitting alone in a darkened corner booth, holding a glass of vodka in his hands. He was not garbed in his usual fancy designer suits. Like Victory, tonight Arthur was also on a mission. His thick dark hair was covered by a nondescript brown trucker cap, his face partially hidden in the shadows. He was wearing a navy blue buttoned down shirt, blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. Like a speck of dust, he blended in with his surroundings, unnoticeable and uninteresting by those around him.

Which was why it was weird to come across people like Nox who didn't revere the gods. Regardless. They had prepared a garment for me — a tribute they said, to the old ways. It was a midnight-blue wrap skirt layered with silver chains. A beaded halter top that shimmered like stars under moonlight. It hugged my form, left my arms bare, belly bare, and wrists adorned in silver cuffs. My hair was loose, flowing freely even while short, bits of it braided with moonstones. The attire looked like that of a belly dancer. ‘When last was I let to witness this?’