Book Cosplay Novels & Stories

The Princess Leia cosplayer glanced over her shoulder at him and shifted, her eyes sliding off him as soon as they hit, as if she expected a platoon of Storm Troopers to waylay her any second. Zain slowed, keeping his distance while they waited for the elevator to show up. If he had to guess, she was in her mid-to-late twenties and curvy. The buns were either real or incredible reproductions. The outfit wasn't just a sheet with a hole cut in it and belted around the waist, either. It was fitted by someone who knew how to drape fabric, something Zain paid a tailor to do. Judging by her fidgeting, she'd had some unwanted attention at the con-like him-but it was different for women at these eve

Saffy glanced at the white cravat studded with a sapphire pin. "Hi, are you two going to cosplay? You look... fabulous," she murmured. Saffy couldn't take her eyes off them, and the cowboy was glaring at her, his eyes red, and his fangs were showing under his top lip.

I bit my lip, crawling toward him slowly. “What in the world of cosplay is this?” He asked as I reached for his towel. “You don’t think I’m pretty?” “You’re pretty… Yeah… But why the green thing? What is this?” “Beetlejuice…” “Beetlejuice?” He asked, shaking his head and helping me up. “Okay, Mrs. Beetlejuice. Where is my cosplay?” He asked, and I pointed at it. “You’re cosplaying Philippe from Tangled…” “What is it? An anime?” He questioned while putting it on.

Since it was a paying fan base, she decided on something flashier. At the back of her closet, there were some sexy costumes that her fans bought. She wore them only on special streams, and most of the costumes looked like they were from some kind of sex shop. London wasn’t a fan of cosplay, but some of these costumes looked spicy. She enjoyed the adoration even if the skirts were almost nonexistent. It wasn’t something she could ever wear out in public, and most of them weren’t even suitable as pyjamas.

"I’m just laughing okay. It seems like that guy hate his job. From the way he speaks it looks like this is the last thing he wanted to do, and not to mention roller blades?" "As I said, they mainly attract teenagers." He continue chuckling while shaking his head. "Did you see the costume he wears and the wig?" I agree with him. The wig is very big and pointy. Not to mention the clothes he wears is not his size. I can’t help joining him too. I mean that’s the worse cosplay I ever seen in my life. "See… you’re laughing too."

Alicia’s POV “Hey, did y’all see a ghost?” I asked as I walked inside. I went upstairs to carry the dishes, but then a sick idea cloaked my mind. I had ordered a cosplay maid uniform a year ago, but when it got here, I was disappointed that it was too revealing. I don’t know why I had the urge to wear it tonight, but I went ahead with it anyway. It had become more exposing, though. It was shorter, only just passed my butt a little.

Crandon's POV Saturday, 2:30 p.m. Rosemont, Illinois Rosemont Convention Center I exhale slowly as I stand in front of the Crowne Plaza, hands shoved into my coat pockets, trying not to look as nervous as I feel. People flood past me in every direction, in full blown costumes, graphic tees, long capes, foam armor, face paint. Different characters from Loki to Thor. Deadpool arguing with a Batman. Every Marvel, DC, and Star Wars character, even Boba Fett was represented. Anime I don’t even recognize probably made up were in attendance.

"Even though this person looks a lot like you, it's definitely not you." "Why can't he be me?" "He was married to someone else. Our fate was never meant to be tied," I said, each word slicing into old wounds. Damien stared at the portrait, then at me. "I get it. You're into cosplay." "Cos... what?" I frowned. These modern war terms were absurd. "I didn't sign up to play any game—" "I never knew this about you but I can commit to the character. It's my fault for not knowing you well enough," he said.

I was dressed in a well ironed blue shirt, and an extra baggy jeans. Yes, don't judge me. I know it looks weird, strange, bizarre name it. But that was the only way I could hide the goddamn hips. I had tried dressing in corporate trousers, but it didn't work. I made sure to carefully wrap my boobs so it wasn't be visible. I ran my hands on my fake six packs and giggled. Samantha bought it from a cosplay store. I wore by boots and I was good to go. I beamed as I looked into the mirror, I looked like a cute, young man. I slipped on my Lacoste bag, and just then, I heard knocks on the door.

As soon as the two stepped into the convention hall, they were surrounded by a rush of color, sound, and energy. Cosplayers dressed as all kinds of anime characters weaved through the crowd. Their intricate makeup, elaborate costumes, and perfectly crafted props made the place feel like a living fantasy world straight out of the screen. All around were rows of booths selling merchandise—figures, posters, badges, plush toys—each one packed with excited fans picking out their favorites. Jodi, a die-hard anime fan, pulled Nora along eagerly, pointing things out as they walked. “Look at that guy in the traditional costume with the sword, that’s the lead from Blade Chronicles! He’s so cool, and t