Ciel Phantomhive Cosplay Novels & Stories

In the center of the biggest wall, a giant full moon is painted in glowing whites and silvers. In the center of the room is an elaborate and intimidating electronic music set up, with two keyboards, a laptop, amps and microphones, and various machines that I don’t recognize. At another end of the room is a piano. In a corner, the Phantom sits on a stool and plays the electronic cello, a haunting melody. He's barefoot, in black lounge pants and a red silk jacket like an aristocrat. His black hair hangs down over his face. The beauty mark near his eye today is a heart.

Instead, they were Josh Batton and Annabeth Cates… Xyla Quest immediately smiled when she saw them. “Why are you two here?” Georgie Clementiwne hadn’t told Xyla in advance that the two were coming. Xyla felt somewhat pleasantly surprised. Annabeth wore a white dress. She had light makeup on and also wore contact lenses and silver high heels. She looked innocent and adorable. On the other hand, Josh wore a casual white shirt and long, beige pants, as well as a pair of white sneakers. He seemed neat and handsome.

He announced and I nodded. “Hmm… am I underdressed? I can always change.” I asked looking down my body. Ciello just chuckled and shook his head gently. “What you need to do is put down your hair so that no one sees you.” He pointed out, and I nodded in agreement. That was a fair point. I walked back to my bag and retrieved a short bob wig before pulling it on quickly. It was platinum blonde and went awesomely well with the white jumpsuit I was wearing. When I turned to look at him, he did all but nod proudly. And that was all I needed.

I bit my lip, crawling toward him slowly. “What in the world of cosplay is this?” He asked as I reached for his towel. “You don’t think I’m pretty?” “You’re pretty… Yeah… But why the green thing? What is this?” “Beetlejuice…” “Beetlejuice?” He asked, shaking his head and helping me up. “Okay, Mrs. Beetlejuice. Where is my cosplay?” He asked, and I pointed at it. “You’re cosplaying Philippe from Tangled…” “What is it? An anime?” He questioned while putting it on.

The heat of the Luna’s gaze filtered into the room, and multiplied my anxiety. “Yes, Luna,” Cecilia answered. My head was slightly raised to acknowledge the beautiful black hair Luna before me. She sat with her legs crossed on the white leather love seat. Matron Cecilia ceremoniously stood at her left side, overlapping her hands. Luna Phoebe had a clean complexion and highlighted her blue eyes with beige eye shadow and black winged eyeliner. Nude lip gloss painted her full lips and she wore a slim-fitted denim dress with a turn-down collar and vintage metal buttoned down front with belt.

” She looks up, daring to meet his eyes, and continues,” My name is Lala and this is my sister, Cici. Helios’ eyes rake her from head to toe, stopping momentarily to admire her exposed breast. Unconsciously, I look down at my attire. I am clothed in a dull brown vest that fully covers my body and a pair of leather black pants; not exactly the most appealing of outfits. A part of me wonders if Helios would look at me more if I dressed up. And if I did, would he regard me as a woman instead of just his loyal follower? Nox’s voice pulls me out of my musings.

They can't dislike each other if I'm not wrong. +++ "There will never come the day when I'll be as blithesome as these two fine ladies. Especially for this reckless activity. Celeste is following in her footsteps and has chosen high-waisted multicolored palazzo pants with a black crop top. There's a black afro wig sitting on her head too, hiding her own shiny hair. I'm wearing a similar wig which goes well with my leopard-printed suit. "Isn't this a bit extreme?" I ask, buttoning my awful shirt.

Giselle said, spinning me around to check out my costume. “Oh my God, Giselle, you look like a perfect Wednesday! Ashley, that’s a gorgeous Poison Ivy. Cody? I don’t know what you are dressed like…” I spoke. Cody twirled around for me. “I’m Mandalorian. From Star Wars!” he groaned in frustration. “Ahh, sorry, I haven’t watched Star Wars.” Cody’s gasp could’ve reverberated throughout the world. Giselle rolled her eyes. “Please don’t get him started.”

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h

I was dressed in a gown of midnight blue that clung to every curve, moving between tables with a tray of crystal glasses. "Byron, I heard you had a run-in with your nephew's discarded mate," Mason Clark laughed, leaning back in his chair in the VIP section. He leaned closer to Cole, eyeing the faint marks on Cole’s neck that hadn't quite healed. "Word is she's a hellcat. Half the Alphas in the city are waiting for her to officially hit the market now that she's unclaimed." Cole’s grip on his glass tightened until the crystal groaned. "She isn't 'on the market,' Mason."