Fizzarolli Costume Novels & Stories

He questioned while putting it on. “Actually, it’s a donkey. It’s from a cartoon called Tangled. I thought both of you would relate. Now you're all set!” Vincenzo looked down at the costume, clearly trying to figure it out. “A donkey? Really? I don’t see the resemblance, love.” I raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. “You know, Philippe might not be a donkey, but he is loyal, stubborn, and always gets the job done—sound familiar?”

"No. I went to sleep, but I heard that part." "What else did you hear?" "That you're dressing in a couple costume with Pink Streak." "Pink streak?" "Yeah. Nose ring?" "Lara?" I snapped and pointed at him. "Bingo! That one. Do you need costume suggestions?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him as I set his plate of pizza rolls in front of him. "I am not wearing a couple costume."

At least there was some sort of memory of him here that wasn't locked away in a cupboard downstairs. The atmosphere was bursting with happiness from everyone. Rose and Carlo had on silver Christmas hats with white fake fur trims. Lee and Kuru wore the black hats, rimmed with silver fur. Honey had elf ears clipped over her own, and I was handed a pair of swirling silver antlers that spread out over my back. "If you had purple eyes and silver fur, you'd be perfect" Carlo smiled at me "our own little Korvin." "Korvin?" I laughed back.

No one from the Santelli family has arrived; I don't have to remind you that's the only reason I attended this ridiculous party. "Ah ! Fiorella, I haven't seen her, but I assure you that as soon as she arrives, our men will let us know; they are already outside waiting for her."....... *Fiorella* My blonde hair was adorned with waves that made me look quite sexy. The dress was black in color, elegantly adjusted to my figure; my jewels were some exquisite diamond earrings. My makeup is simple but striking, my lips in a red fire tone, highlighting my full lips and blue eyes; after several hours, I was finally ready.

They were standing opposite the red party, with the harpist and the flutist, both of them and the musicians dressed in light brown Renaissance attires. Gosh, I had so many autographs to ask for and so many selfies to steal away! So the woman started singing an Elvish lullaby as we resumed our way. Every guy in blue carried a white lily, that they handed to their appointed pair for the entrance parade. I almost tripped when I saw Brandon. Good Lord, he looked gorgeous. Mind you, the only attire that ever looked better on him was Adam’s, which is saying something. And he didn’t only look as to have a heart attack right there and then, but also natural. Like Silvia’s friends on those gowns, he

But Hope Elara knew him well enough to recognize exactly how excited he was. “Mad Hatter,” he whispered. She smiled. Same excitement. Just a different way of showing it. “Want to wear it?” “Yes.” No hesitation. Hope Elara helped her son into the costume. Dark jeans. A printed shirt. Custom ears. Simple. Comfortable. Exactly how Zoey liked things. Once everything was on, he straightened his tiny shoulders. A quiet confidence settled over him. Hope Elara smiled proudly. Then she glanced up. Valduz was watching them.

“Madam Rissiya, nice to meet you again,” a short haired young man wearing a blue, scale themed scholar outfit, greeted the beautiful lady. He was wearing a Chinese style outfit, with three-four pants and dark pointed boots. A golden earring of an eagle adorned one of his ear, along with golden brooch the shape of a flower pinned on his left chest. Rissiya smiled sweetly. “Carrola. You called me as I’ve requested of you. My, you dressed up quite nicely,” Rissiya patted his upper arm softly.

“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.

Make up and a sexy dress that was only made of plastic, bright green leaves, and the hair set up in a sexy perm… I looked like a model ready to walk on a fancy rampwalk. Lara, on the other hand, had dressed up as a fairy. I loved those transparent wings she had put on her back that shined with rainbow colores under light. Alessio had worn an 1800s style suit which turned him into a sexy lord. I could not believe that even wearing an out of style suit made him look dashingly handsome. And Daniel was shamelessly, and proudly walking around shirtless claiming he was dressed up as sexy alpha Alessio during training.

Oliver was taken aback by the new version of Zara that was in front of him. She had a smokey look, the gown harbored a corset and a flare design. It was glistering and was given both modern and Baroque eras. The ornaments on her wrist and ears were very tiny, you could only see the sparkles. Her hair, her hair was perfectly styled and packed in a bun. With tiny sparkles of ornaments professionally embedded in it. She was the definition of the theme of the party. Oliver looked down at his suit and noticed they had the same shade of wine on.