Bela Dimitrescu Cosplay Novels & Stories

She asked, totally ignoring Pamela and her loud mouth, Dante pointed towards the changing room and Rielle went in, She always changed her clothes here, She couldn’t possibly change from the mansion, It was impossible. She stripped of the stupidly long dress she wore here and stared to wear her black leather leggings and black camisole with leather jacket, Putting on her black boots and black hand gloves , She tied her hair into a tight ponytail and applied a black lipstick on, Her mask was hanging at the place she always put it and she smiled, It was her baby! She gently picked it and cleaned it. She was ready! She walked out and met Dante and Pamela talking, Pamela was dressed as a waiter f

Guests dressed in their finest attire mingled in the vast reception hall, their conversations punctuated by bursts of laughter and clinking glasses. Celine stood at the top of the grand staircase, her hand resting lightly on Dimitri’s arm. She wore a flowing emerald gown, its intricate beading catching the light with every move. Her hair was styled in soft waves, adorned with a gold clip shaped like olive leaves, a nod to her family’s legacy. Dimitri looked equally regal in a tailored black tuxedo with a velvet jacket, his dark eyes scanning the crowd with calm confidence. He leaned closer to her, his voice low and teasing. “You know, I think we’ve stolen the show.”

The vibration inside me was more intense than gone as soon as it came. Dimitri made his way around me and took out two stunning dresses. One was satin red with a matching cardigan. The other was light brown, nearly a tan shade but similar in style. "You were the red," Dimitri gestured towards me, "Tanya can wear the tan. It'll look good on her." I was going to say no, but I felt a knee-buckling vibration in its place. I took a massive step forward and took the dress, and he finally turned off the vibration. I was wet as hell right now. How was I going to wear underwear?

"You too, your graciousness." Cesarevich Dimitri's sisters then stepped forward. They looked like Russian angels, with flowing, ivory gowns, lightly tanned skin, and sharp yet beautiful features. Similar to their brother, they were tall with wavy, dark hair and eyes. The oldest appearing one spoke, her tiara glittering as she held an infant in her arms. "I'm Czarevna Karolina Belikova," she nicely introduced, "Dimitri's eldest sister."

He barked, annoyed because of this disturbance and Bella peeked through the door. “Can I help you, Bella?” He asked as nicely as he could muster. Then she stepped inside his study, dressed in a shimmery see-through negligee and silk nightgown. Dimitri sighed and knew what she was trying to do. He caught her stares and so-called innocent touches at the dinner table. This girl was poison. “Yes, I was wondering…” She trailed off, walking towards him in what he assumed was a sexy stride. “Why are you setting up a bodyguard for me?”

Ailina’s POV: Rita, who was walking on the red carpet, smiles sweetly at the reporters’ camera. She made various postures for the photos. The person in charge came over and said to me, “Miss Wilson, for today’s event, you must put on the clothes of our game. You need to cosplay your character in the game.” I found it reasonable. I went to tell Rita about this matter, but she was a little unhappy. “Why would I wear those strange clothes? Why should I put on such weird make-up, like a clown? It's too childish.”

The dress looked so beautiful; I couldn't believe they were able to prepare all this within a few minutes. “It's time,” she said again as she escorted me down the grand staircase. “You've got this,” she whispered, and just when I took my first step, she muttered softly, “Happy birthday, Blair.” I tried not to notice all the eyes turned toward me as I slowly made my way down. At that moment, I spotted the one person I had waited so long for. Dimitri, and everything else faded at that moment. He stood near the bar with Vale, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that made him look like he stepped out of a magazine.

My blonde hair gawks so foreign, I’ve drifted from so many identities, I’ve forgotten the color of my brown eyes and the orange color of my hair, the girl who wore simple dresses and finds joy in little things who has always been fighting all her life. I also realize I have nothing to wear leaving the room with the towel. I head to the closet that has a few clothes: a strat, pants and a t-shirt. With a small knock, Dimitri walks in holding dresses. The perfect gentleman already thought about my clothing. “Ride is in the next room under medical attention, Lily Is sleeping and the ladies are here for your look, that’s if you want to change back” He says, leaving the dress on the bed. ” Yes ple

The constant, copper-scented reminder of the moment the lead tore into his back. ​I stood on shaky legs and retreated to the ensuite bathroom, scrubbing my skin until I felt clean. When I finished, I reluctantly opened the garment bag Dimitri had left. ​Inside wasn’t a simple change of clothes. It was a deep, midnight blue dress, modest but tailored to perfection. It was exactly the kind of thing Alessandro liked me to wear. But how did Dimitri know my sizes? The realization sent a chill down my spine that the hot shower couldn't wash away.