Buffy Spike Costume Novels & Stories

"Nicki!" It had been almost two months since Spike last saw Nicki. "Hubert!" "Nicki, I've brought you lots of gifts." Spike hopped out of the car and instructed the servant to take out his luggage, which contained the gifts he had bought for Nicki. Nicki, with her hair tied in a ponytail and wearing a peach-colored dress, looked lively and adorable at seven years old. "Nicki." Blair ruffled Nicki's hair and suddenly thought of Little Lemon.

“Ooh, fancy! Can I wear explosives?” “No,” Ace and Esther said in unison. I stood, my chair scraping. “I’ll need a dress. Something that screams ‘shoot me, I’m vulnerable.’” Ace’s jaw twitched. “Or something bulletproof.” “Bulletproof itchy,” Sky offered. “Trust me.” Esther sighed. “I’ll handle the wardrobe. You handle not dying.” --- The dress was black, backless, and lined with Kevlar. Valerie zipped me up, her reflection smirking in the mirror. “If you die, can I have your shoes?”

And yet when I'd first met her, she had been a timid little waif. Tyler did a ballet pirouette that was just a little too perfect which meant that once upon a time my deadly little Angel of Death had probably taken lessons. It intrigued me and again I found myself wondering who my friends had been before coming into contact with the vampires. Her frightening outfit consisted of a floral cotton dress, cashmere sweater, white stockings, and baby doll shoes. Her black hair was stripped of all hairspray and gel and fell in soft waves behind her ears. Instead of the stark makeup she normally wore, she now donned soft little girl neutral makeup that almost seemed as if she wasn't wearing anything.

One of them was wearing a bunny costume while the other two were dressed as vampires. “Both of them are dead. It was someone in a zombie costume and he attacked with a sharp knife. Mom I’m so scared, can you come and get us?” the girl in the bunny costume shouted into her phone. She was breathless and scared out of her wits. June, Elizabeth, and Bonnie looked at each other. “What did the spell say? Bonnie narrowed her eyes. “Well, the spell clearly said send me where I need be at the minute,” June replied. “Why would you use a spell that said something like that? You are teleported here because you are needed here. Have fun because I can assure you supernatural is involved here,” Bonnie said

The pristine white T-shirt he wore hung in ribbons off his left side while soaking up the blood from his wounds. “Ah!” The guy screamed too little too late when he realized what happened. A hush fell over the crowd. No one moved a muscle. Here was their prima reminding them who was in charge. Miranda relaxed enough for her hands to turn human again. Her gold-rimmed irises sparkled with the power of her feline. “Holy fuck,” Spike whispered.

I don’t know what she’s talking about, and I don’t think I want to. I almost lose it when Jules walks in. Unlike the other girls who are in sexy little dresses, she’s wearing a black sweater, red leather pants, a Sunnydale High School letterman jacket, and is carrying around a wooden stick. I hate to admit it, but I love Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It’s one of my favorite shows. And to have my very own Buffy is a teenage fantasy. Damn, this girl is driving me nuts. Throughout the night, I watch as she talks to her friends and dances. However, I can tell that there’s something wrong. She seems withdrawn and disconnected as she prances around the room. It’s late into the night when I see her stu

incase you need to use to to protect yourself?; she nodded taking out to sharp looking daggers from her right boot, than placed them back inside them, nodding i agreed with her, she looked bad ass but the messy bun didn't look right in her head, so i said screw it and placed it into a ponytail, she looked better without the one on top of her head, she looked like a badass chick, “Alright your ready mom, i think dad is going to like what your wearing, we heading downstairs to where my dad was waiting for us with uncle Spike and Grandpa Hawk, they were just wearing regular clothes, they didn't have to try hard to look scary because they look scary, If you ever met Spike, you would probably wa

Splash is a very loud-and-proud gay club in San Jose, so an outrageous costume is definitely in order. I gel my hair so it’s lifted into a dramatic wave, using glitter hairspray to hold it. By the end, I’ve used half the can. Ozone? Who needs an ozone when you’ve got glitter? My outfit needs to be obnoxiously ostentatious, because that’s exactly what Splash is all about. I put on a stretch-fabric halter crop top in a satiny rainbow design. It’s basically a thong for your chest—a tight tank top that stops under your armpits, emphasizing my pecs and making my chest look broader. I definitely want to show off all the hard work I've been putting into my body over COVID, and this top highlights m

The only ones not yet ready were Skyller and Christian. " Wow, Rose, are you determined to kill someone from the heart today? " Liam sneered. " I hope I find someone worth it," I crooned. My costume consisted of a white tulle bodice encrusted with various sparkly pebbles and a tulle tutu skirt that didn't even reach halfway up my thighs. In the back I wore a pair of white wings and a halo on my head.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.