Catra Costumes Novels & Stories

she mouthed, using her thumb as a knife to her throat. A few hours later, they arrived at the airport but this time its something different for Caitrona. "Wow..." she flinched in surprise, looking at a private jet. She walks in and so did Adonis and the pilot. Adonis looks deeply loved at Caitrona who was wearing a turquoise coloured gown that hugs her curve and reaches her knee, her hair down in a wavy curls. Her make up was a classic one that matches her skin, with a needle white heels and white bag. She grins looking out the window immediately the jet took off.

"I let Latifa take care of that." "Who's Latifa?" "She's our...I suppose you would call her a doctor of sorts..?" "Oh.." He hesitated, looking me over, stopping on the bandages. "Speaking of which..." He looked towards the door. "Latifa." He spoke as if she were right beside him, and I opened my mouth to comment when the doors swung open. Cahtora had been beautiful, I will admit, but Latifa was far more pleasant. Unlike Cahtora, she had a slim form; her skin was ghastly pale but her eyes were big and a soft green. Her ears were longer, like a donkey's, but they were furless and much thinner. They pointed slightly down and her horns were like a ram, thick and curled. As She got closer I noted

His grip tightened on my arm, his eyes scanning me from head to toe like I was a crime scene. I caught a flicker of something — disappointment? Judgment? — in his gaze. Probably because of what I was wearing. I had on one of Katastrophe’s dresses: a black off-shoulder piece paired with bright red stilettos. She’d done my makeup too — smoky eyes, waterproof mascara that made my lashes thick, dark blush, and a bold red lipstick. Perfect for a wild night out, or so I thought. To be continued...

“I’m not wearing a costume.” It looks like she’s already wearing her costume. It’s a T-shirt with yellow and blue stripes and a pair of matching blue shorts. Behind her, Frida stands at the counter dressed as a red-haired mermaid. It’s not hard for me to put the pieces of this tableau together. But I will not go before the whole of the financial world dressed as Sebastian the Crab. “I’ll still go,” I quickly add. “I want to go.” She crosses his arms, waiting.

The Americans know how to turn an event into whooping razzmatazz – they have rehearsed the scenario since beginning high school. Okay. Fancy dress sorted – Mave and Cath were stunning as black cats, complete with tails with devil’s points. Dee looked like some kind of High Priestess – Freya, she said, but Freya wasn’t a priestess. Dianne will be her right-hand woman and I was put in some Greek god apparel and given a spear. The toga was ridiculously short and my butt was hanging out the bottom. Cath was instructed to take a photo of me with my phone. She assured me Greg would be after my backside with a whip, like a rabbit on heat. Tanny, wanted to be fitted out like the knight Tannhäuser, b

asked Nestie, unable to see how he looked. “Not really, Nes. I think you look cute in that costume. You are one giant bumblebee!” said Lisa. “What are you supposed to be, Lisa? Is that a butterfly?” asked Nestie. “Yes, I am, Nes,” said Lisa, waving her translucent wings around. Nestie looked at Celie and asked her. “How about you? You look like a normal human being in that costume.” “Me?” Celie looked at her gown and said, “I’m supposed to be Carmela, my great-great grand aunt.” Celie then curtsied in front of Nestie and Lisa.

She smiled, straightening out her outfit. “There you are,” Katida waved as she approached from the right side. She was dressed in a blue flowing dress marched with a white pearl necklace and bracelet. The gown was floor length. She also had a makeover that gave her a pronounced look. Her hair was wrapped in a ponytail. “Kamala?” Lana almost couldn't recognize her. “What in the universe?” She struggled with her gown, almost tripping and falling. “I hate this shit,” she announced. “Yep. That's me. We've got to dress you up. We have no time to waste.”

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.

Kate’s POV I was at loss on what to wear. Even though we have dated for long, I rejected his proposal once. Then our relationship became cold. But since I came back to Winster county, my heart has been skipping each time I see him. Finally, I saw the pink gown I have been looking for. It was Emma that bought it for me. It was already 7pm, I dressed up as early as 6:40pm occasionally sweating. Finally, he called me that he has come to pick me up. Melissa was very supportive and excited for me.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.