Cinnamon Bun Costume Novels & Stories

Beneath a layer of tissue paper thin as moth wings— I froze. It was a bunny outfit. Pink satin strapless corset. White fur trim at the neckline. Matching high-waisted shorts with a round, fluffy white cottontail at the back. A pair of bunny-ear headband — pink satin over wire frames, white velvet on the inside of the ears. Fishnet stockings folded neatly beside it. At the bottom, a pair of pink patent-leather heels. I stared at the contents. For a long time, I couldn't speak.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

In thirty minutes, the three bowls of cookies were empty. "That was some afternoon snack." Aaron said rubbing his stomach. "The costumes are coming in this evening. I can't wait to see them." Kami said with a smile. "What are you dressing these two guys as, please tell me it is Captain Underpants." Aaron said. "No, but you will see tomorrow night." Our mate replied. Tonight is the Halloween night. Kami asked us to be home two pm because the makeup will take a long time. Turns out we are going as Frankensteins and the bride of Frankenstein.

It was the easiest costume I could gather given the time I had to prepare. White dress, soft feathers, a halo and a golden mask. I stepped in through the massive doors. Loud music blared all around as everyone danced along The main hall was packed and filled with several unknown faces. Dozens—maybe over a hundred—people, all dressed in Halloween costumes and masks. Skeletons. Witches. Vampires. Demons. Darth Vader, hell there was even someone dressed as Voldemort too. As I stared around for any kind of familiar face, a guy dressed as a giant banana walked past me handing me a red plastic cup.

I put him down and captured his pose using my phone’s camera. He stuck out his tongue. “I want to see my friends' costumes.” He said and reached for my hand. I let him pull me out of his room. We bumped into Carlo and his dog. He’s dressed up as Batman. His dog has a black bow tie and a red cape. “The magicians are here!” Carlo looked very excited. “Nanny Jean please take a picture of us.” I handed my phone to Calvin’s Nanny. “Okay. Smile guys.” Nanny Jean said and took some shots of us.

Everyone was in a costume and ready to have the time of their lives so the environment was perfect for the event. Taylor picked me up with Kevin and we met with Vickie here, a bit earlier from the time our celebration will begin so there was still some families and younger costumers, but as the limit time came it all began to clear and be occupied by partier teens. The couple was dressed as Bonny and Clyde while Vickie looked wonderful dressed up as Wednesday Addams, wig an all. The expectations keep growing and growing as we made the first tour around, deciding where to go next. Justin was nowhere to be found.

A bumper barely clinging on. Cinnamon hopped out with zero hesitation, moving toward the Jeep like it was a prized import. She climbed in and looked back at me, practically glowing. That’s when I realized what she was wearing—jeans, boots, a thick sweater layered under a practical jacket. She had dressed for this. I, however, had worn tailored slacks and Italian leather shoes. Tate and Martin could both choke. Cinnamon tilted her head, a sliver of mischief in her eyes. “You didn’t research where you were going?”

Soft cotton onesies with little animals, hats with cute ears, cozy pajamas that smelled like happy childhood. “Look,” she said, showing him a tiny gray bunny outfit complete with floppy ears on the hood. “For the first month.” Nathan raised a brow and studied it with the same seriousness he had given the pile of balls. “A bunny?” “Yeah. And this one’s a cow,” Tessa grabbed another one with black and white spots. “And this one’s a dinosaur, the hood has little spikes. He can wear a different costume every day.” Nathan looked at the row of costumes, then at Tessa’s bright eyes. A warm, genuine smile crossed his face. “He’s going to be the most stylish baby. And the most battle ready for the wo

Perfect. With my dark hair pulled into a tight bun at the back of my head, I add a pair of white socks and clunky black shoes better suited for jeans and step back to admire my costume. I look like I'm attending a Westboro Baptist Church meeting, which is exactly what I'm going for in this getup. My granny Coke-bottle glasses complete the ensemble. I have a feeling my dragon date will run straight back to his realm when he gets an eyeful of me. Good riddance.

This one is from the both of us, technically. As we head up the side drive, I spot my girl Sienna sitting on my cousin’s lap, looking worried. I shake my head and exhale. They’re dressed like twins. And honestly, Stephen and I are out here looking like twins too, him in a white collared shirt and me in a white shirt-dress. Sienna and Knox look even more alike. My aunt said everyone should wear white shirts and simple pants, but this… this is white on white on white. It’s ridiculous. My cousin told me she is wearing all pastel pink, and Martin is going to wear some honey-mustard yellow to fit the Winnie the Pooh theme. Cute I guess or whatever.