L From Death Note Costume Novels & Stories

Said Gwyn who was now wearing a silk black dress with high heels. "Good to see you both again." Lucifer said to the two. Lucius was back in an all black suit. This one was slightly different though. It had a silver set of fangs embroidered on the chest. "I see you didn't agree with what I picked out." Lucius said to Death. "I appreciate the clothes, but I'm far more comfortable in my robe, no disrespect meant." "None taken. Death isn't Death without his robe and scythe, but please do wear something different underneath."

Some need to look, to make what had happened real in the specific, irreversible way that only a body can make things real, or maybe I was hoping it would help me with my memories. Luke had looked peaceful in a way he had never quite looked, not since I knew him, which was just few hours before his death, the tension he always carried in his jaw and around his eyes smoothed away. He was dressed in the deep grey of the royal house, his hands folded over the hilt of his sword, which had been cleaned and placed there by someone whose job it was to know these things. Cassandra wore white. Simple, fine white, with small white flowers woven through her hair that I recognized came from the garden sh

The costume was fairly tight, hugging her every curve in a seductive and very enthralling fashion. “Dark blue zip dress, white colored belt,” Glen whispered, “navy hat, matching gloves, white knee-high boots. Damn, if I get lucky, I’m going home with a hot navy tonight.” “Zip it, Glen!” Liezel greeted and beamed at Una. “You came!” “Nice decorations, Liezel, although your committee could do a little more…be more creative.” “Shush! You are so disgusting, Glen.”

"To them, we are just humans. Expensive, powerful humans. Don't let your eyes flash, and don't let your scents out. If you do, we leave immediately. Understood?" "Understood, Mommy," Luna said, her voice unusually somber. Even at five, she could feel the heavy, oppressive magic of this land. Leo just nodded, his small jaw set in a line of pure steel. He was dressed in a miniature charcoal suit that mirrored the one Silas had worn the night he broke my heart. It was a petty choice on my part, but I wanted the visual to be a psychological dagger when Silas finally saw him.

"You look like Jasmine." "See, doesn't she pull off the character," Clark smiled with glee and agreed. "She thinks the other one is too showy." Lily showed me the other costume when I picked her up. Nicky made her a turquoise two-piece saree that reveals her belly bottom ring, which I didn't know about.

Sumire accepted it and smiled beguilingly. "Sumire." the maiden briefly introduces herself. "Such an honor to meet a goddess like you," he then brought Sumire's hand to his lips. And soft lips gently landed on her hand. Dieu's similarly colored eyes wearing a sly smile darted on Mort from the distance who had been looking at them ever since. Mort stood there in his expensive black tuxedo. His tux was exquisitely cut and a perfect match for his cold and mysterious manners. His pair of pools of death were emotionless narrow squint beneath his black half mask defining his masculine prominent pointed nose. He oozes a menacing aura and it indicates his presence but the maiden failed to notice Mor

The one thing in this world that kept me breathing has been stolen from me. “Alpha Damon,” a voice called gently behind me, and I turned slowly, still half caught in the shadow of the grave I had been living in for a year. One of the elders stood in the doorway, bowing his head with the kind of respect men give when they are both loyal and afraid. He cleared his throat, clutching his hands together. “The Luna’s dress is ready. Everything has been arranged just as you commanded. The seamstresses have worked through the night. The colors are those you chose..white stitched with silver thread.

The effect of the poison wasn’t so quick but it was pretty deadly. A satisfied grin stretched on my face as I recalled how the guard had writhed on the floor in pain after he was forced to take the poison. I couldn't help but imagine Lucian in that state. I walked to the mirror and gave my outfit a quick once-over. I had picked out a new suit for the occasion, my enemy was dying today, and I wanted to look my best. It was a grey suit with silver embroidery tracing the hem and parts of the jacket. I matched my outfit with a black tie and shoes, a huge grin on my face as I nodded in satisfaction.”

“You date a guy who dresses in black, has eyes that seem to glow in the dark and a presence that screams ‘domination’. Saying he has demonic energy isn’t offensive, it’s stating the obvious.” If only she knew how close to the truth she was. I took the hanger from her hands and examined the costume. It was all made in black and red lace, with a corset that pushed the breasts up and a short skirt that barely covered anything. The intimate part was completely open, a detail that made me involuntarily squeeze my thighs. It came with a headband of ornamental black horns, curved and shiny. “This is so wrong.” I murmured. “It’s so right.” Jess corrected. “And there’s more.”

He looks exactly like Zack in Angel's of Death while I look like Rachel. "I sort of looked for a pumpkin costume, a-and mouse one, but couldn't find one my size, then I-I googled, and the girl looks like you." He says, "Do you— Do you like it?" I walk to him and nudge him in the elbow with my shoulders, "Of course I like it. It's an anime themed costume that we're paired in, how can I not?" "Oh good, cause I t-thought you'd want something sexier…" Then he trails off as I raise my eyebrows at him before he shoves his hands into his pockets and brings out a black collar, "H-Here. Everyone has theirs. T-This is yours."