Cinnamon Roll Costume Novels & Stories

"Really, no hot guys? At a costume party like this, where everyone’s either wearing masks or dressed as someone else, and still no one good-looking?" Gina sounded disappointed. "Maybe there are," Erik said, glancing back. There was Pinocchio with a fake nose, Link in a cheap costume, Mickey Mouse in a full-body suit, an actual clown, and a ghost who’d just cut two holes in a white sheet. And then there were the zombies—by far the most common—with pale faces, red scars, and blackened teeth.

Even if I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances, it’s nice to be back at my best friend’s side again. An hour later, I’ve tried on dozens of costumes, but I’m certain that I’ve finally found the one. Jean seems to think so too considering her eyes immediately light up as I come out of the dressing room, giving her a ridiculous pose. I’m wearing an all-black, sexy kitten costume - which is more like a glorified negligee with cat ears and a tail. But the fishnet tights make my legs look long and irresistable. “You have to get that,” Jean tells me. “I’ll even buy it for you.”

By mid-October, it looked like something out of a cozy French fairytale. Rust-colored leaves trailed along the windowsills. Chocolate pumpkins, tiny edible ghosts, grinning black cats, and intricately piped jack-o’-lantern cupcakes lined the shelves. Before I knew it, the 31st arrived. Zanele and I were slipping into the costumes we’d been working on for the past week. Fabric, glitter, and costume glue had taken over my room. Zanele turned to grin at me in the mirror. "I swear, this is going to be the party of the semester. A chocolate-fueled masquerade in a Parisian bakery? Come on, Vienna—this is iconic."

She whispered, “Mr. Crawford, I know you’re not fond of festivities, but could you at least check the bag? Liam chose a costume from his favorite movie, ‘Mary Poppins,’ just for you. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it.” She handed me the bag, and I reluctantly took it. Liam’s face lit up as I accepted it. Retreating to my room, I inspected the simple costume: black pants, a grey dress shirt, a black undercoat, a red scarf, and a grey ivy cap. The quality wasn't top-notch, but it would do. As I changed into the costume, I looked at myself in the mirror. Surprisingly, I didn’t seem odd at all. In fact, I looked quite dashing, resembling a well-dressed man from the mid-1950s. I hop

I loved being part of the plan making. We both got dressed in our costumes. Lucas wore a white long sleeve shirt with brown trousers and suspenders, looking just like Jack. I had on the iconic purple and white dress with pink sash around my ribs that she wore the night the ship sank. Since it's cold in New York for Halloween I had on the coat that Jack gave Rose part way through the night. "Are you ready Rose?" He asked, holding his arm out for me to take. "Ready, Jack." I grabbed it, getting into character with him.

“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.

“We make a good team, Hazel. Now let’s go get ready before the guests and the kids arrive.” I rushed upstairs and took a shower. I didn't feel like letting my hair free, so I packed it up in a ponytail. I searched through my wardrobe for the perfect attire for the party, and I laid my eyes on a leather jumpsuit. The theme of the party was Heroes and Villains. The jumpsuit would make the perfect attire. I bought cat ears at the store and a glue mask. I wore the jumpsuit and attached the cat ears to my hair, then glued the mask to my face.

My friends and I had been laughing and screaming for twenty minutes straight, clutching each other’s arms as we stumbled through the maze of rooms themed around an abandoned asylum. I was dressed as a sexy nurse, a short white dress with red trim, thigh-high white stockings with little red crosses, garter belt holding them up, and a nurse cap pinned into my loose blonde waves. The costume was meant to be cute and flirty for Halloween night, but right now the thin fabric felt way too exposing as cold air brushed against my barely-covered ass every time we turned a corner.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Jax grumbled, adjusting the sleeves of his billowing white shirt. I had to admit, Jax in a pirate costume was way more sexy than I had even anticipated. "It's Halloween next weekend," I defended, "and we don't have costumes! I'm usually very prepared." I reached up, adjusting my pirate hat. the costume itself was easy to get into so far, but I still had to put on the corset.