Booktok Costume Novels & Stories

Dan handed her a plastic devil mask, and she placed it over face. "Can you tell it's me?" Gabby asked. "I'd never guess Mrs. Gabby Becket would ever wear something like that!" Dan said. "Well, Gabby Becket has a few secrets then," Gabby said, turning to the left and right, modeling the silky cloak. In spite of being covered, Gabby's curvy figure showed through the red costume rather nicely. "All right, rehearsal time," Dan said. "Show me what you're going to do." Gabby did a sultry walk towards Dan.

I was still the rich innocent idiot back then, excited for a brilliant costume party and too trusting for my own good. I had gotten to the elevator first, and was a nervous wreck. I didn’t look too modest in the clothing I had on. Not in the least. It had been my former friend, Katelyn’s idea to dress me up as a slutty angel. What is this with me and friends dressing me up as a prossy? She had planned for me to meet Toby Geller, an amazing guy (according to her) who she convinced me was worth the clothing choice. So there I was, wearing a sequined black crop top with a matching tutu, standing in an elevator with feathery wings digging into my back.

I sat up, sleep clearing from my eyes as my mind fully slipped into game mode. This game might be sabotaged. My ex, Zade, could show up at any moment. But right now, I didn’t care. I wasn’t backing down because of Leo’s insecurity or some ex who never truly cared about me. Leo placed the box in front of us and opened it. The first costume was a short net gown paired with a black, body-fitting pants-trouser. For the men, it was a net singlet and short black pants. We got dressed immediately. Just as we were about to head out, Leo stopped me, worry etched across his face.

"Alex said it was a team effort from the brand. He just wanted me to go on stage to get some practice presenting in public. He said he wants me to be confident and poised for my own debut, as if I've rehearsed it a thousand times." I finally looked up, my gaze like a scalpel, dissecting her. The girl was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, skin as pale as cream. The way her eyes moved when she talked could make any man want to protect her. But underneath those seemingly innocent eyes, I saw shrewd calculation and a pride she couldn't hide. "Victoria, how old are you?" "Twenty-three." "Then you should know what honesty is." Her smile froze. "I... I don't understand what you mean."

"Dear, you don't need to worry about that. I remodeled it. I made Brandon infuse some powerful magic energy in there. And also some magical device that hardens it." 'A magic device that hardens the costume? Then why is it so light?' Emilia smiled at Seolurrie like she knows what she is thinking. "I have no time to explain. Here and here, this coat and boots to complete your look." Emilia grabbed a coat with the same design as the costume and a boots with the same color and design too. The coat fell to the floor and the boots was as lightweight as the costume, it looked cool to Seolurrie.

Thistle buzzed happily around my head, whispering, “He liiiikes youuu.” “Damn right he does,” I grinned, slamming the book shut and spinning toward my wardrobe. “Okay, goth baddie armor time.” Uniforms? Meh. But custom uniforms with black fabric, tiny skulls stitched into the trim, and a perfectly pleated skirt? That’s more my vibe. I pulled on the shirt, tugged the skirt over my hips, slid on my black thigh high socks, and laced up my purple combat boots like a warrior goddess headed to war.

Wonderful. I shut the door slowly, resisting the urge to hiss through the crack like an offended cat. Dressing felt like donning armor. White blouse, silver and black tartan skirt, black boots, and the silver chain that once belonged to my mother. It may or may not have been enchanted to strangle anyone who touched it uninvited. She never confirmed. The ambiguity gave it personality. When I emerged, Loralie clapped her hands. “You look amazing! So elegant. Like a gothic fairytale!”

– Alex says. - She loves us all. The day of the attack arrives. Kat, helped by her mates' mothers, wears the clothes that the Shewolvs came together to make for her. A queen, when she goes into battle, deserves the best. She was wearing a long, red and gold dress, made of a material that, in addition to being expensive and durable, was fragile enough to shatter if she needed to shift. Boots that protected his feet, reinforced and surprisingly light. The hair was picked up and worked to make it perfect and tied up. A more intense makeup, which hid his innocent 18-year-old face, and his crown on his head.

And as it often happened when she was reading a book or indulging in a daydream, she began to lose herself. {This is the Wild East. A time of lawlessness. A land bereft of honor…} Kate felt embarrassed because she was suddenly dressed in Ichi’s ninja costume. It followed the flawed logic of all girl fashion in computer games. In the case of Principessa, it was having boob armor that was not only a miracle for the blacksmith to pull off but was also a hazard for the wearer. In the case of Ichi, the facepalm-worthy logic was showing off too much skin for a ninja. Especially since Ichi had white complexion, the glaring contrast between bare and covered skin looked like neon bullseye strips on h

Kaanadan without patience is a monster that even daggers can't solve, much less with you. - You can leave... - She still laughs. “I swear I wanted to see his face when you stabbed him. — Oh Celina, you really have no way... She laughs out loud. *** The end of the afternoon arrived and, with it, came the boxes with the costumes chosen at Tânia Mancini's store. Marga walked into my room, dressed in a lilac robe. Her red hair was already done and as soon as she saw me she looked at me in disbelief.