Booktok Costume Novels & Stories

At that moment, I realized I looked like my mother. Knowing her spirit would be with me that night, I took one final look in the mirror and went to put on my costume. A beta servant had dropped it off to me an hour before and I was eager to put it on and really settle into the part. But as I unzipped the garment bag my spirits fell immediately. The once sleek all-black leotard and tutu had been vandalized. Rhinestones had been ripped out and were now replaced with cheap colorful stickers, there were holes in the skirt, and the tiara had been spray painted pink.

"I made the sashes myself." Carly’s eyebrow cocked as she studied the Treat costume. The cups on the bikini-style top looked like white frosting, with two faux red gumdrops attached right at the nipples. The bikini bottom was also solid white, with a design printed right over the crotch: a 3-inch-tall piece of candy corn, its triangle shape mimicking the triangle of pussy hair underneath. The outfit also came with red-and-white striped thigh-highs. Plus, of course, the pink satin sash reading “TREAT.”

I think we might have skipped right past the weird phase. “You can come in,” I tell him when we get onto the porch. I grab my Book of Shadows and the cats follow me inside. “I’m going to change.” Rushing upstairs, I use magic to curl my hair. I take my dress off, trading it for another black one that’s too modern to wear to a gathering. It’s low cut, showing off my cleavage, and is tight around the waist with long, flowing sleeves. It ends right above my knees, and I add a long silver necklace, put on dark lipstick, and grab my favorite black boots.

Of course it did. Text Message Nia: Bitch are you coming? Me: Yeah I just have to close the Library tonight. Nia: What are you wearing? Me: Cute tutu devil costume. Fishnets. Corset. Wig. Nia: What?! Not Ms. Straight A’s turning into a whole Succubus?! Me: Shut up. See you there. I was almost ready. Makeup done. Fishnets stretched high over my thighs. Booty shorts hugging me tight. I stood struggling with my corset when I shouted, “LUCIA please help me!”

I am so hungry. “Yes?” He asks, grabbing one himself. “I don’t have a costume.” I say, and he smiles, while walking to the closet. He comes out with his own costume and underwear, laying it on the bed. Then he goes back to the closet, while I keep munching on food. He comes back out with another costume; the dress is dark purple, and the stockings are black. The dress has that princess feel over it, with a sweetheart neckline and lots of puff. He then goes back in a third time, and comes back out with three boxes.

ISABELLA The wardrobe stood like a silent judge, tall and dark, holding the next slice of humiliation Damian had prepared for me. My fingers hovered before pulling the door open. Inside, the outfit waited bold, obscene. A blood-red silk thong. A diamond-studded choker with a tag that glittered under the light. Matching black stilettos with needle-thin heels. Not clothes. A costume. A brand. A mark of ownership. I swallowed hard. My fingers trembled as I picked up the thong, the silk sliding like water between my fingers. I hated how beautiful it looked. How expensive. How seductive. Like it was meant to distract from what it truly was another chain around my neck.

Bags cover her eyes, making it seems as if she really has no eyes. Navy light blue dress off the shoulder with full sleeves, shoulders that were covered by her hair. The dress fully hugged her body tight. A large bookshelf was right beside the window where she stood to greet. "The dress came out perfect huh, well who made it was me hah" Kai bits over the bottom of his lips. "Okay let's get started with the new chapter. ~The Abandoned Prince~ "Greetings to your Royal highness Second Prince Koishi" Tabbing on his phone screen with the lollipop on the corner of his mouth, and a soft smile played over his lips.

I had given her a few minutes alone with them while I waited for her outside. "Are you ready, mon amour?" I asked her as I kissed her temple when she came back. She was already in her fighting gear. The skin-tight clothes were driving me up the wall. Bella wore a black steampunk corset with tight leggings and high heel boots. Someone braided her hair intricately, making her look like a Viking princess.

And I couldn't help the naughty thoughts crossing my mind. The girls and I went shopping for our costumes. We decided that this time, we needed to wear something different. Odette always wears the same thing to every costume party or Halloween; vampire or zombie vampire. Starliss is always a sugar fairy. You know, pink to the core with a fluffy bubble skirt and large wings. If she's not pink, she's lavender or yellow. As for me, I'm always the biker with one leg of her oversized nineteenth-century pants cut to my knees. Wearing a concert tee with Anne-Marie's face printed on it, or a skull, skeleton legs or food, a rainbow ripped jacket, and an astronaut helmet. Don't ask me what I am becaus

Kind of. But once it’s said, there’s no taking it back. “I’m totally in,” Lena says instantly, clapping like a child. “Let’s do this,” Katie agrees, already whipping out her phone to book a salon. And that’s it. Decision made. ••••••• By nine p.m., the room looks like a boutique threw up in it with shopping bags, sequins, accessories scattered everywhere. We spent more than half the day tearing through racks until we found costumes that screamed main character vibes. Sexy, bold, a little dangerous.