Badass Costumes Novels & Stories

Photos of people wearing the costumes were displayed to make choosing easier. “All right, pick one,” she said, feigning boredom. “There’s still plenty to choose from. What can I get you?” asked a very attractive girl who stepped up to help. “Is there one you’d never wear yourself?” I asked, scanning the photos. “Well, there are a few,” she said. “Is it for you or your girlfriend?” she asked, eyeing Jenny. “For my girlfriend. But I get to choose.” “I see. We’ve got some sexy superhero outfits—those tend to be a hit with the guys,” she winked.

the handsome man said as he squinted his seductive blueish eyes. “Alas, too bad this is the custom worn by the “Wild Girl” in the “League Of Cosmic Valkyrie”. It took me a lot of effort to get my hands on one, and it’s kind of a waste to return it. How about this, Carlie? Can you help me to ask if there’s any costume lover in your group? I can resell this costume to her.” “Huh!?” Charlotte’s eyes glowed up. She stared intently at the woven bag in Zenios’s hand, unable to peel her eyes away.

Why does it feel ominous? “While at the Pack, I reconnected with some friends and invited them over. I also invited a few people from the Pack and they’ll be arriving soon for a small get together. I want you to dress up and entertain my guests. Thus, I’ve prepared the appropriate attire for you.” She says and the maid flips off the cloth covering the platter. She presents it to me and my blood grows cold. They’re exotic clothes. A red belly dancing costume consisting of a rhinestone studded bralette and a sheer lace long skirt with slits on both sides. The outfit is so see-through that it’ll leave nothing to the imagination. And she wants me to wear it and…….

he said, stretching out on the couch. "Cool. I’ll hit up Hayden." I shot Hayden a text about the party, but—surprise, surprise—no response. He was probably busy or just straight-up ignoring his phone like usual. After chilling with Finley for a bit, I called it a night and headed back to my room. Lying in bed, I pulled up I*******m and P*******t, scrolling through futuristic costume ideas. After what felt like forever, I finally found the one—a sick-ass silver outfit with holographic details, inspired by Nova from Cybernetic Dawn. It was sleek, badass, and definitely something I could pull off.

set up. That gave us plenty of time to get ready for the concert, and it really shows. The four of us look amazing, mostly thanks to Jamie’s incredible makeover skills. Zee is dressed as her idol – Xena, Warrior Princess. Her dark hair is pinned up, and a faux-leather rental costume with gladiator sandals and a foam sword completes the look.

She bit her bottom lip nervously. He had told her in his text to dress casual but he only half expected her to oblige. She had on black leather pants, black inner and a red leather jacket; black combat boots decorated her feet and her makeup was minimal this time. Her signature red lipstick remained and her short hair was up in a ponytail. She looked... like Rosetta. His cheeks slowly formed in a smile when she stylishly glared daggers at him for his delayed response. "Get in your car, Rosetta, and follow behind me." He said instead and turned around to leave.

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.

Jason was my Beta, and he would go down in history as the sleaziest of all the Betas Red Cross pack has ever known. "Keep your dïck in your pants, Casanova. No sheets-rumbling for you tonight or any other night we're gonna be spending here, "I stated in disgust at the costume the bimbo and every other person in the party had on. It sure wasn't Halloween, but they were pretty much dressed like it. It was awful, goddammit! "C'mon man, she's not that bad. Just look beyond her crazy costume and you're gonna be dripping wet for her,"

He showed it, he made me love every one of my insecurities by mentioning how he loved them, because they weren't insecurities to him. How did he know the right things to say? Thee mirror seemed to corporate with his words, showing me the things, he was saying. I began to believe I was actually the goddess he and the crew called me when I walked out of the dressing room. For the desert shoot, the costume was a red flying dress. The dress was crafted with lightweight, flowing fabric that allowed it to flutter gracefully in the wind, adding an enchanting touch to the whole scene. There was a headdress placed on my head and dangling earrings, with a matching bracelet. I was barefoot and an ankle

Halloween costume and a dominatrix, complete with black fishnet stockings and a large black flogger. They’d taken off my handcuffs, which now dangled from the leading guard’s hands, so with slow, careful movements I took off my dress and laid it, thinking of Chloe and Grace and our shopping trip, next to the costume. Then I sat and took off my shoes and sheer stockings. I saw I could leave my bra and panties on, which was something, I supposed. The black vinyl dress with its multiple straps went over my head and zipped up the back. (I didn’t ask for help with it.) Then came the fishnets and a pair of ridiculously high black stilettos boots I swear took five minutes to lace up. I stood.