Cinnamon Bun Costume Novels & Stories

It was perfect, after all. I glanced at my friend and brother. “Still planning on Link and Zelda?” I asked. Kam smirked. “Yup. The costumes should get here tomorrow. Did you order yours yet?” I nodded. I was going as Christine from Phantom of the Opera. My dress was red, white, and gorgeous! It even had a drawstring front to resemble the eighteenth century European style. I also ordered matching white heels. They wouldn’t be totally authentic, but it was for a high school dance. The mask was my favorite part. Part of me wanted to go with a full Venetian mask, but I ended up choosing one that was made of red lace, and tied with a red ribbon. I totally wasn’t excited to wear it. Nope!

“Zion!” I laughed softly. “Hear me out. But if we lose… you wear a bunny costume that I pick out and do everything I tell you to. Deal?” “A bunny?!” She hissed, her face turning red. “Like this.” I pulled my phone from my pocket, typed quickly: bunny cosplay lingerie. Images flooded the screen. I scrolled until I found the perfect one—cute, but still sexy. White bunny ears, fluffy tail, and a ribbon around the waist.

People in costumes filled the streets like a moving painting with superheroes striking poses, witches with elaborate makeup, vampires with fake blood dripping dramatically, and a few who clearly didn't understand the concept of dressing up at all and were just wearing their regular clothes with cat ears. I adjusted the black braided wig on my head, making sure it sat properly, and glanced at Gavin, who looked absolutely ridiculous in the best possible way. He'd gone all in on his Thing costume, wearing all black with one hand covered in a prosthetic that made it look pale and disembodied, complete with detailed knuckle wrinkles and painted fingernails. He kept making it "crawl" up his arm, w

The human students were so adamant about hosting one year that it became a tradition in this town. "Did you know Alison there would be a guy in a red dress coming to this town in a sled bringing a bag full of weapons to torture people," Alan whispered as he lean down since I was sitting in a small pool. He was wearing a pirate costume with a prop bird glued to his right shoulder. "Geez, you mixed it up, Alan. Are you a dork or something?" Shirley snorted. She was wearing a Cleopatra outfit with a cute golden crown. "Lol, that's Santa Claus, Alan. Christmas is still a few months away." Julia corrected him. Julia was still wearing a coat and told us that her costume will outshine us. 'I bet it

“I missed out on a lot from the world. I can feel my tongue go on the roller coaster ride with all this sugar. It’s amazing.” She was in a funny costume. She loved it. She bought it. She wore it. It was a brown lion costume. It went in three pieces. One of the pieces was a skirt which she wore over her pants, the other was a shoulder piece and the last was a huge wig which looked close to lion hair. Dion refused to wear any of that. He only agreed to a pair of sunglasses. They were black, descent and exactly Dion’s style, but only cheap—excessively cheap. She pulled him to the photo-shoot. She got to him to smile and the camera went on. The moment was captured.