Booktok Costume Novels & Stories

35 days after our Fated Encounter. "Are you sure about this?" Bea asked me. "Because it's not too late for us to cancel." "Oh, yes, I'm sure. I finally found a window of opportunity after waiting so long. I'm not backing out now." I smiled confidently, twirling in front of the mirror to check my outfit: a calf-length brown pencil skirt, a plain white turtleneck, my favourite black stilleto boots, and a dark-brown fur-trimmed coat (its faux fur, of course, I don't wear clothes made from real animals. I'm not a barbarian) draped over my shoulders. My hair was done up in a casual high ponytail, with a matching brown satin ribbon holding it in place.

Too late. Aaron unzipped it slowly. Inside was a costume. Not just any costume. Structured, dramatic, slightly theatrical. Dark fabric with elegant detailing, fitted in a way that clearly wasn’t meant for everyday wear. It looked like something meant for a stage—meant to be seen under lights, meant to make someone stand out whether they liked it or not. Leon’s face changed instantly. “No way,” he said, reaching for it. “Put that back.” Aaron lifted it just out of reach, studying it with growing interest. “This is yours?”

Chapter 1 I knelt before Kay, my stripper costume clinging to me like a second skin. The sequined bra barely contained my huge breasts, and the matching thong left little to the imagination. My mask was a sleek black shiny one with cutouts for my eyes and lips. Kay liked it. It had him hooked from the moment I walked in. I ran her hands up his thighs, my fingers grazing the fabric of his trousers. He was already hard, his bulge straining against his pants.

Keren’s curiosity-filled voice interrupted me from my thoughts, and I turned to stare at her book. It was a picture of a mannequin, clad in a princess outfit. “That’s a mannequin.” “But why is she wearing a princess outfit?” She asked, her voice brimming with curiosity as always. Oh, how I love her and was feeling so proud of her. “It’s wearing it on behalf of the princess who is befitting the dress.” She stared at me, as if contemplating my answer in that tiny brain of hers. “But it looks like a princess.” “Yes, because it’s wearing a princess outfit.”

She said, Anita glared at me once last time before waltzing out the door with her minions following her. "Keira?" I looked up to see Sharon staring at me with a stern look. "Don't fuck up tonight. Do it right." "Yes Madam Sharon." She nodded and closed the door, the click echoing in the now silent room. I let out a shaky breath as I bent down and picked up my costume. I couldn't wear it anymore. I scrambled through some other costumes, before settling on a black costume. It was a smooth, shiny fabric. The bra was barely there, with tiny straps and sparkles, and the matching thong is revealing. I cringed as I stared at the outfit, but I knew I had no other choice.

“You date a guy who dresses in black, has eyes that seem to glow in the dark and a presence that screams ‘domination’. Saying he has demonic energy isn’t offensive, it’s stating the obvious.” If only she knew how close to the truth she was. I took the hanger from her hands and examined the costume. It was all made in black and red lace, with a corset that pushed the breasts up and a short skirt that barely covered anything. The intimate part was completely open, a detail that made me involuntarily squeeze my thighs. It came with a headband of ornamental black horns, curved and shiny. “This is so wrong.” I murmured. “It’s so right.” Jess corrected. “And there’s more.”

Then, She chose the costumes of that theme with enthusiasm. She checked the fabric and was relieved. Not only were the materials better but even the designs were also a lot more diverse. She cheered inside the store. After several rounds of searching, she finally found the BEAUTY AND THE BEAST theme costume. Darika tried a BEAUTY yellow gown and the salesperson said, "It's nice" "You think I look good in this?", Darika asked the salesperson who was smiling brightly. "Good", the salesperson spoke to her "Okay then pack this theme costume for me. Eight sets of Beast and Six sets of Beauties", Darika said and her eyes were extremely sharp eh to make that salesperson blind.

Hiding things, things I knew she was hesitant to say around just anyone. A delivery came, and the person left with no explanation as I read the address it was here but addressed to Bri as “the future priestess of the South Eastern United States,” When she opened it she grinned but her eyes were sad haunted. “Don’t you fuck your makeup Mouse,” I warned her. She swallowed hard before opening the box tule, lace, leather, and glittering fabric were nestled carefully into the box. A bustier with leather and buckles and an ornate bustled skirt of lace and tulle. Hot pants so short her fine ass would be cheeky as could be and buckled stiletto-healed boots. Bri had a conniving grin on her face as we

Even if I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances, it’s nice to be back at my best friend’s side again. An hour later, I’ve tried on dozens of costumes, but I’m certain that I’ve finally found the one. Jean seems to think so too considering her eyes immediately light up as I come out of the dressing room, giving her a ridiculous pose. I’m wearing an all-black, sexy kitten costume - which is more like a glorified negligee with cat ears and a tail. But the fishnet tights make my legs look long and irresistable. “You have to get that,” Jean tells me. “I’ll even buy it for you.”

I walked over to him. This is a red riding hood costume. Everyone already knew about his story and the wolf. I saw the price tag. Only $125, I guess it's fine if I take it. "Mom, look. I want this!" Emily walked over to me and showed me a shirt she had brought along with the hanger. A beautiful white dress with a red ribbon at the waist. Annabelle's character dress. "Oh my God! This is so beautiful. How can you find this?"