Badass Costumes Novels & Stories

The chocolate was the first marking so the costume would be the public shaming. “They brought something appropriate,” Veronica said, as if she were describing a new dress for a doll. A maid came in carrying a garment like a piece of tacky theater: garish sequins, colors that clashed with my skin, straps that promised exposure and laughter. It was the sort of thing that flashed obscene under a spotlight and had no place outside a stage. “Take it off,” Veronica said, eyes on me with a hound’s patience. “Change into that. You’ll look the part.”

And stick a thermometer in his… Eric forced his attention back to the merchandise. Unable to decide if he’d rather her dress as a cat or a pirate wench or a devil girl or a French maid or a teacher or a naughty schoolgirl or any other fantasy a man could possibly have, he grabbed one of every costume available and all the accessories that matched. “If you think I’m the only one dressing up, you have another thing comin’, Eric Sticks.” “What did you have in mind?” “Get the chaps and the cowboy hat.”

They were looking at the corded muscle of my reverse and the jagged scars on my shoulders from times of silent, brutal training. " What the f**k is this?" the brute murmured, his eyes widening. " Just dress him," the other bone snapped, throwing a pile of black silk at my bases." The Boss is staying. He does not like to be kept." The silk felt like ice. It was a menial’s mask — thin,semi-transparent, and designed to cheapen. It was meant to turn a man into a jewel. I pulled it on, my jaw tight. Let them suppose I’m a doll, I allowed

But the most ridiculous thing of all was, my two best friends spent a good portion of time dressing me! "Please, don't tell me to look at myself when you're done," I said while Cammie was applying some eyeliners and lip gloss on my face. "You have to be a Cinderella tonight," Cammie told me. "Well, then you both can be my stepsisters." "Viv, today is your birthday, don't spoil the mood," Alyssa scolded me. How could I keep the mood up when they were dressing me like a Barbie doll? And not to mention those butterfly hair ribbons and silver hair clips with matching bracelets. They also made me wearing a sparkling iridescent black skirt, a top with mid-phased silver moon appliquéd on the front,

And now. Everybody you have all been waiting for. A sneak Peek of Ashely and Jayson's. Their hate and love story. Drum roll pleases... Here is The Badass & The Beta. Epilogue: (A month after Emilia Lake Party) Ashely P.O.V. "In this corner, standing here. We have Sunshine," he drags outshine. Weights one hundred and twenty pounds and standing here at five-five." The announcer says over the microphone.

🏤High School Badass💄 (🥀 SUGA HIGH 🥀) By Happy writes ❤️ CHAPTER 1 ❤️ Mum do you really have to do this, Jeanne said as she made way to her mother's room, I said I'm not getting transfered. You have to, after all the troubles you made in your school, do you know what I had to go through?, do you know how much I begged those people because of your troubles?, Julia her mother yelled angrily.

“The hotties have arrived.” Leesa's pirate outfit consisted of a white button shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts to bare her abs, a pair of black shorts, and loose, knee-high black suede boots Cali had found at the local Goodwill store. Caitlin's gold hoop earring dangled from Leesa's left ear and her red bandana covered the top of Leesa's head. A curved plastic sword hung from a black sash around her waist. The two highlights of the costume were both Cali's idea. The first was one of her bras, which as promised, pushed Leesa's breasts up into an enticing amount of cleavage. The second was to cut a jagged slash into Leesa's right boot and to cover the suede and Leesa's leg with red

As he climbed into the waiting car now, Noah stared out the window, praying to God for one thing: Please let everything go according to plan. Because today felt like the worst day of his life. ★★★ The girls were dressed exactly as planned. Elegant, Sophisticated and Powerful. Their expensive gowns and flawless makeup made them look nothing like ordinary students. "Is it just me," Cathy suddenly said, "or are you girls feeling it too?" "What feeling?" Claudia asked. "I don't know... I just feel like something isn't right." "Here." Sofia handed each of them a tiny communication earpiece.

I remember the times where I was bar hopping and all the bars I went to, I always fought every woman who would blocked me but because I have bodyguards they can't do anything. "You were blocking my way woman," I said with hate in my eyes. She looks older than me. She's ugly. That's all I could say. "Why would you...didn't you know that it cost a lot!?" The girl shouted. I crossed my arms. "Like I care?" I said sarcastically. She looks pissed. "Trust me...the cost of your dress is just a coins to me. It's cheap and disgusting!" I said like daggers. She looks ballistic now! Her boyfriend is now gone. Maybe he don't like girl's fight.

“Well, someone who looks like a fool but knows very well how to plan something. She looks at me and sighs. — The fantasies are just a pretext for nobody to know who you really are. - Lower your voice. “The guns will be visible…a mobster costume detail. I understand and look at her tensely. It is clear that the more weapons, the more powerful and intimidating you will be in the middle of everyone. In our world, these are the requirements for a good union: Power, Strength, Fear... The problem always comes when both are hunters and don't like to feel like prey. I push that out of my mind and Marga looks at me. "Have you thought about what you're going to wear?" I smile changing the subject and