Eddie Kaspbrak Costume Novels & Stories

My leg still hurt but the worst had dulled. "There's a dress," Caspian said, gesturing to a gown draped over a chair. It was beautiful. Deep crimson, the color of blood and power. Silver embroidery traced patterns that matched the scars from the ritual. The back was open, designed to show the claiming mark on my shoulder. They wanted everyone to see what I'd survived. "Help me?" I asked. Caspian helped me dress. Careful. Reverent. When I was ready, I looked in the mirror.

“My future wife hates me.” Zed knew this was inappropriate, but he wanted to laugh at seeing and hearing Caspian now. Caspian wore a black silk robe that was not tied, and a pair of black cloth pants. He looked gloomy, as if he had just broken up. Even though Caspian has not yet become Elora’s lover.

Where? I already had enough from the reports to prove Isabelle wasn't more important than me. And her child had nothing to do with Levi. They'd never been in the same room together. So what was she planning? A conspiracy? A show? A scene? Something. Then Edward appeared. "Well if it isn't the king and queen," he said. He still had his mask on, but he was dressed like he belonged here: a luxurious suit, expensive fabric, the kind of look that says I've never struggled for anything in my life.

Everyone looked at Kaze with heightened interest. They wanted to know how he would react to Eddie’s mocks. Kaze nodded. “I saw it. Of course, I saw it.” “How’s that? Was my interview interesting? Are you sad because I scolded you?” Eddie said as he continued to mock Kaze. Kaze was still calm as ice. He smiled and said, “I guess it’s okay.” Eddie’s expression turned heavy. Right before he could continue, he was interrupted by a bright and loud laughter from behind.

Christiansen calls for me and Mikhail to get ready that my panic button goes off. Heart pounding wildly, I snap up from my seat and almost stumble. Mikhail catches me in his arms and quirks a brow. “Relax, princess.” He mumbles gently. As we slip into the rest of our costumes, I take several deep breaths. Mikhail is wearing a breastplate over his jeans and is holding a toy sword in his hand. I adjust my Cleopatra dress and wig as I clear my throat and prepare.

The door swung open. Caspian Knight stepped inside. He wore a navy suit paired with a deep burgundy tie, knotted tight beneath his Adam’s apple. His hair was neatly combed, his sideburns crisp and clean. The pale tan streak across the top of his ear—leftover sunburn from riding helmets—had faded to a faint pale mark. In one hand, he carried a black leather briefcase, its metal clasps glinting under the hallway fluorescent lights.

How pathetic. With the show on hiatus, I found myself with an abundance of free time. I secured my visa, packed my bags, and headed to the airport. While I was sitting in the lounge watching a show, someone slipped into the seat right next to me. It was Eddie, completely disguised. "We need to talk." Beyond the massive glass windows of the airport, the blue sky stretched out endlessly. He was dressed entirely in black and looked significantly thinner. A faint scar traced across his forehead. "What was your real reason for joining the show?"

It kind of warmed my heart, and made me chuckle internally, Alessa snorting in pleasure of the loyalty. As I was done eating I went to my room to get ready for tonight, my heart filled with hope, love and happiness. When the moon moved into position at the highest peak in the sky, I walked down the path towards the dimly lit stage. Caspian, my mom and dad and grandmother from the faes are all standing up there waiting for me. I did decide not to wear the sandals, wanting to feel the earth under my feet. Caspian is dressed in a suit of deep royal red, with a tie of dark purple, and his shirt having stripes of royal blue, and otherwise silver. I admire him for a second before looking at the cr

Her feet were adorned with black Grecian sandals that added a touch of sophistication to her ensemble. Turning my gaze to Brock, I took in his commanding presence. He wore crisp black slacks that accentuated his tall, muscular frame. The white dress shirt he sported was perfectly tailored, with the first button undone, revealing a glimpse of his strong chest. The sleeve of his shirt was rolled up right below his elbow, giving a casual yet stylish vibe. His black leather shoes gleamed, as if meticulously polished to perfection, reflecting light like a mirror. The attention to detail in his appearance gave off an air of authority and confidence. Despite my disappointment at missing the opportu

She whispers. “And she went in the clothes that Selene put us in when we went back to find the treasure?” I ask. While my outfit consisted of a skirt and a bandeau top, Nikita’s outfit was a super tight pair of pants that basically looked painted on, a red and black corset top that made her boobs look as if they were in danger of falling out if she so much as sneezed wrong, and knee-high black boots. “Least to say Edward wasn’t pleased so he punched the dude, making Kita fall flat on her ass on the dance floor.” Corie said, leaning over across Ashe while sitting in Harry’s lap.