Cosplay Pria Novels & Stories

The Princess Leia cosplayer glanced over her shoulder at him and shifted, her eyes sliding off him as soon as they hit, as if she expected a platoon of Storm Troopers to waylay her any second. Zain slowed, keeping his distance while they waited for the elevator to show up. If he had to guess, she was in her mid-to-late twenties and curvy. The buns were either real or incredible reproductions. The outfit wasn't just a sheet with a hole cut in it and belted around the waist, either. It was fitted by someone who knew how to drape fabric, something Zain paid a tailor to do. Judging by her fidgeting, she'd had some unwanted attention at the con-like him-but it was different for women at these eve

Eranthe returned home with bags in hand, and the house was quiet, with only the robot vacuum still working diligently, which she had set up in the morning. Colin hadn't sent her a message all day. Eranthe washed all the lingerie she bought and hung them on the balcony before starting to prepare dinner for herself. In the group chat, Oriel had already started sharing her outfit ideas. "There's a cosplay night event during the camping party. I want to be Boa Hancock from One Piece. What do you think, sisters?" Acacia shared hers, "I want to cos Nico Robin." Eranthe hadn't expressed her opinion yet and was being relentlessly mentioned by the two.

Even though it was very dark and thick make-up covered her face, I could still recognize those eyes. A cosplayer who could make herself anyone she wanted to be. And now, she's the lady in the night. And no one else would know about chemicals but a chemical engineering student like her. Before the darkness engulfed me, I saw Rica slapping Jaika who had just arrived.

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "No, Nekane. I'm the Reaper Queen and a Death Goddess. I will not run and hide, I will fight and destroy my enemy," I decreed as I called my scythe and felt the black smoke roll across my flesh making a black cloak. I was a kick ass female reaper and Nekane nodded his head doing what I'd done. We were awesome together and I held his hand as we vanished to reap his brother.

“You're not hypnotized anymore, are you?” King asked right behind Gadis. Obviously, the girl jumped in surprise. It's a good thing she didn't fall off her chair from the shock. “Besides being a Kingkong, you have a real talent for cosplay as a jelangkung.” King didn't care. He chose to pull up one of the chairs and sit down next to Gadis. His eyes stared at the girl's work screen which displayed worksheets and some of the things that were the responsibility of her subordinates.

So that night, she went to Club Thirteen. She didn't dress like herself. This was her moment to make use of those sexy clothes in her wardrobe, and who doesn't love a good cosplay? So she wore a low waist black jeans, heels with scuffed soles, and a tank top with a neckline low enough to make people look twice, then forget what they were doing. She leaned against the bar, pretending to sip on something she barely touched, while waiting for someone who'd never show. The club owner, Dax, was the one who mattered to her. He knew faces and histories behind the faces. But he only talked when he wanted to. Tonight, he was her target.

“You’ll be fine.” I didn’t answer. I didn’t know if she was trying to calm me or herself, because we both knew what I could be like under pressure. “You don’t curtsy. You don’t bow to them,” Madam Renata added, glancing over her shoulder. “Tonight, you are supposed to cosplay a Lyperian. And the Lyperian royal family is the highest and the strongest.” I let out a small laugh at the word cosplay. It suddenly all felt like one big joke because no matter what I did, I was still pretending to be something I wasn’t. Pretending to be someone they would hopefully respect, and wishing it would all work out.

Ailina’s POV: Rita, who was walking on the red carpet, smiles sweetly at the reporters’ camera. She made various postures for the photos. The person in charge came over and said to me, “Miss Wilson, for today’s event, you must put on the clothes of our game. You need to cosplay your character in the game.” I found it reasonable. I went to tell Rita about this matter, but she was a little unhappy. “Why would I wear those strange clothes? Why should I put on such weird make-up, like a clown? It's too childish.”