Catra Costumes Novels & Stories

I stared at Britney in horror. “You’ve got to be kidding me! I’m not wearing that.” Britney frowned. “I have another costume if you don’t like the wolf. I’ve got a cat too. A wildcat.” Britney held up a shimmering yellow and black bodysuit with a matching cat-ear headband. “Put it on, slut then we’ll all go downstairs,” Sienna said. She’d lost her mind if she thought I’d willingly strip and put that on. “I’m not wearing that,” I said firmly. “I know you’re mad at me—”

It depicted her sensuality in the most enthralling way, accentuating all the curves she never knew she had, and also announcing her status, showing power and strength. She thought she looked like a medieval warrior with a Catwoman vibe. Adriana; her mother’s hired beautician, stepped forward to clip a hooded coat around her shoulders. It wrapped around her like a blanket and held together on her left shoulder with a golden brooch of the Pack’s emblem of a wolf with jaws wide open. And now she looked like a warrior princess. "It's… Perfect," Eirika said in almost a whisper. Adriana curtsied with a bow and quietly left with her team.

"A face costume?" She nodded seriously, her little brow furrowed. "Yes. It's like when I put on my superhero mask. But yours was for hiding." The laughter faded. "Yeah, baby. It was for hiding." "From monsters?" I hesitated. "Something like that." Mrs. Catalina appeared in the hallway, her soft footsteps barely audible on the marble. She was holding a glass of warm milk and wearing her familiar floral nightgown. Her grey-streaked hair was loose around her shoulders, and her kind eyes found mine immediately.

Xyla showed the driver her phone then the cab driver looked at the phone and nodded in agreement. But Calliope seemed suspicious about the whole thing cause first of all, the vehicle had no plate number and secondly, Xyla was about to enter a cab of men dressed in some weird costumes, so she proceeds to ask them “Excuse me, gentlemen! What's the occasion?" “What do you mean, ma'am?" One of the local thug asked so she had to clarify her question “Why are you guys dressed as mascots?" “Ohh this? Yeah, we just came back from a party, so it's like one of our side gigs that we run to grt some cash, you know? It's a rich white party and the ladies love them mascots" The second thug in a costume sa

Jessy's calling through video call. I accepted it and let her see the preparations. "Where are you? My Aunt is dying to see you." I chuckled. "Give me thirty minutes. I gained pounds! It was hard for the costume to fit in my body! I hate you!" She looked so stressed while putting on her makeup. "That will be fine. See you." I laughed as I ended the call. I saw Calen with Erica. I smiled at them. Calen's costume was Doctor Strange while Erica was the Black widow.

He finds Layla with ease, I follow him and take the picture for my sister, along with a few others of some more kids. The children are enjoying their party almost as much as the adults, I've seen some very interesting costumes. Caelum, Ryker, Cassian and Bishop are dressed as who they truly are when the night falls, the knighthood. Several members of different ranks are present tonight, some in military uniforms and some in police uniforms. My one request to them was no chaos tonight, I didn't want to have to break up a fight but Caelum being Caelum broke someone's nose for passing a remark about Aurora's costume which happens to be a mix of Kim possible's hair and Kitana or a ninjas outfit,

The minute she reaches the bottom step she jumps at our father letting him catch her mid air making her giggle as he swings her around. I turn, hearing the main door being opened by one of the staff, when Chad, one of the warriors comes in looking like he is the man. Hearing Uncle Haggen growl I turn to see Catalina walking down the stairs in what I can only say is a skin tight red dress and gold heels. Her hair is up and her makeup is heavy, she has her chest covered only just as the split in the dress comes up to the top of her thigh.

Jeez, sweetheart, how can I return when you wear that? I found myself taken aback as I stepped into the vehicle, for there before I sat Claire, dressed in the very costume that had been fashioned for her by the hands of Russell a short while prior. She covers herself in a provocative rabbit costume, reminiscent of those often depicted in "hentai" videos. Her flawless complexion and the gentle curvature of her thighs beckon, inviting one's touch to explore their velvety softness. The rigid object covering her bosom was impossible to ignore. Its allure tempted me to engage in a tantalizing game of tongue.

“We’re almost ready.” Celeste took a sip of her coffee. “No trailers? No fuss?” Mara’s grin was quick, conspiratorial. “I promised you plain, didn’t I?” Celeste laughed softly, warmth humming through her ribs. “Yes. You did.” Inside, she changed into the costume, simple trousers, a worn cotton blouse. A version of herself that wasn’t glammed or armoured, just… human. She sat at the small vanity Mara had propped by the open French doors, dusting the faintest touch of powder over her skin while someone pinned her hair into a loose knot.