Book Cosplay Novels & Stories

Well a dedicated cosplayer indeed. "M-my name is Rosalie Amber Stan. Somewhere in Georgia." Did I just stutter? I'm probably nervous since this is the first time that I'm talking to a guy. A hot one at that. Or maybe, because I am still confused as to how I got myself into this situation. "Lovely name." With that he brought my hand to his lips. The gesture made me whimper and feel a little embarrassed - for them that is. But did he just say kingdom? Wow, these guys are taking their cosplaying seriously.

She had red hair before but now she dyed it in yellow blonde. Her eyes shimmered under the warm lights and her pink lips glossed. I'm not really fond of her but I admit that her goddess beauty awed me a lot. She could rock the cosplaying industry if she'll try dressing like an anime character. No. She will be at the top list! The number 1! Chocolate, Brett’s sister, pored at me. She's wearing knee-length skirts and tailored button-down shirts made from high quality looking fabrics like silk. Nor baggy or tight, it's clothing that makes her look elegant.

I caressed his hair. “Go to your man then before you die of jealousy.” “Come on,I am not ... .I will be off and take good care of yourself.” I said but deep down…I questioned my emotions…why was I jealous? I mean there is no way right? I hit the road… thinking about Narat the whole drive when I noticed a quirky street-side shop nothing fancy, just a customized accessories stall with handmade stuff, cute hair clips, key chains, anime inspired items and display of animal-ear headbands, tails, collars, and other playful cosplay pieces.

Her shoulders were raised in tension, but she held a strong ground despite that. Irritation took over me as I noticed her attire. She wore a white lace top, netted around the shoulders and the fair share of the chest, with a white-black miniskirt that barely concealed her upper thighs. If she bent over, people would get a clear view of whatever she was wearing underneath. A bunny hat rested atop her brown hair that fell loose over her shoulders. On top of that was her makeup—the dark mascara and the bright red lipstick. “Why the hell are you dressed like a cosplayer?” I asked with a raised brow.

Who knew I'd be into cosplay. However, Cass's eyes get intense, and I can see my joke affected him in an unexpected way. His arm around my shoulders pulls me to face him and his other arm wraps around my lower back as his lips crash down on me in a punishing kiss. It's quick but forceful and the intensity is ratcheted up by the feeling of his iron-hard dick against my abdomen. He brings his head back and says, "My birthday is January 13th. Make sure the outfit is here in time."

She wondered how they could have missed a house the size of Martri. "There's not a house in sight for miles." This is hunting territory. "Who would put a house on it?" "Look, I don't care who you are or what kind of strange cosplay you're all into, but I've had enough for one day." "I've already been chased by my gardener, and I'm not bloody well going to be pushed around by you," Lisa said, puffing up her chest and hoping to sound as tough as she felt. “Cosplay? Cosplay? "What exactly is a cosplay?" Their leader pondered the word as if he'd never heard it before.

Then stared harder. “…You’re joking,” I said slowly. Violet doubled over laughing. “I wish.” I picked one up carefully, like it might bite me. Thin straps, cutouts in places clothing had no business cutting out, fabric that seemed to exist mostly on principle. “This isn’t a costume.” “Yes it is,” she said cheerfully. “Anime cosplay.” “This is lingerie pretending to have hobbies.” She laughed. “That’s most cosplay.” “It covers nothing,” I said flatly.

Even though it was very dark and thick make-up covered her face, I could still recognize those eyes. A cosplayer who could make herself anyone she wanted to be. And now, she's the lady in the night. And no one else would know about chemicals but a chemical engineering student like her. Before the darkness engulfed me, I saw Rica slapping Jaika who had just arrived.

“You can also go as Superwoman.” “There’s no Superwoman,” I mutter. Maria slides her phone to me, tapping on the picture of a lady in a customised suit. It’s easy to see she got the inspiration for the costume from DC comics. “We can make one like this for you. Wait, they sell it.” I shrug again. So long this saves us the stress of going to a physical store and also covers my body, I am fine with whatever she chooses. “Look, they have it in your size too.” I peer at the digits under the picture, she swipes right on her screen and stops. Her cheeks flush. “Guess what? They have mine too. Halloween party here we come.” Her hand raises in a high five, I slap my palm on hers. “I’m ordering it.”

"Oh, okay." Heather quickly responded to her brother. [I have to leave; we can discuss later.]Jeremy just said, "Okay," in response. It was a crowded occasion. There were people wherever you looked. They took care to give the girls little fox masks, just like the ones in the game, before leaving with Anne and Yara. They didn't want the children's faces to appear online with all the cameras. There were bodyguards nearby the entire time. Even though there were many cosplayers, everyone turned to stare at Felicia as soon as she appeared. Every camera followed her as well.