Gnomeo And Juliet Halloween Costume の小説・ストーリー

The blood that oozed out of it sprayed on Juliet’s dress and face coloring it red, making her scream wildly at the top of her lungs. The job of ruining the party got done by his highness. Oh, how lucky I was!

He kisses her forehead, and she goes in. The next morning everyone is a buzz, trying to get ready. “I need my girls, I can’t focus,” Catherine whines. “Calm and collected,” Juliet smiles. She is wearing a pretty pink and purple tea length dress. Catherine wanted an afternoon ceremony, so it’s less formal. “I found out who my mate is,” Nova smiles in her dress, matching Juliet’s. “And I expect you both to be my maids of honor at my ceremony in five months.” “It’s an Alpha?” Catherine asks with a giggle. “Who? Tell us.”

Juliet nodded and said, "Alina is right. We can't allow such behavior to go unpunished." The shopkeeper released his grip, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Alaric nodded approvingly at me, his eyes filled with pride. "You handled that well, Alina." Juliet and I carefully selected dresses within the shop. I wanted to find something perfect for the banquet. After browsing for a while, I chose a simple yet elegant long gown, its color reminiscent of the deep blue of the night sky. Tiny pearls adorned the hem making the dress look elegant. Juliet picked a vibrant green dress that complemented her lively and spirited nature.

Chapter 179 Piper's POV The city was alive with neon lights reflecting off wet pavement from an earlier rain, laughter spilling from every corner, and the electric buzz of excitement that only Halloween could bring. 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.

Grown ups wouldn’t always be around to protect them. Oliver tries his best to discourage me from going for the Halloween party. He states thousand of reason not to go. “You will just humiliate yourself in a ridiculous costume.” He tells me. “You don’t have to come, you know.” I chuckle, standing in the mirror, adjusting my tie. I’ve decided to dress as a mafia boss. It’s a costume. I can’t be seen dressing as a werewolf or vampire, or anything else. That will be insulting. I wear a black suit, black tie and black shoes. I cream my curly black hair to be really shiny and neat. I wear my favorite perfume.

These two are such a hoot. The party is fun, but instead of Aphrodite and Orion, Mikhail and I are dressed as Ares and Persephone. As always, he’s wearing black. A black shirt, tank top, leather jeans, and boots. I’m wearing a white off-the-shoulder goddess gown with high heel sandals. Azazel is, indeed, Apollo. His golden costume is striking on him. But of course, Azazel would go all out and dress the part like he was born into it.