L From Death Note Costume Novels & Stories

I mean look at this; “Dark colored dresses to be precise. You usually wear black dresses. But let me ask you Lina, have you worn a dress this week? A black dress?” I kept quiet. Avoided her eyes. “What about a dark purple?” she pressed, “Dark wine perhaps?” “Dark brown?” “Bundurgy?” “Charcoal black?” “Jet black?” “Dark navy blue-

So I just sucked it up and listened to him yap. The gown chosen for me was emerald, deep and dark. The slit ran high enough to draw attention and the neckline dipped just low enough for seduction. The perfect Luna costume. I stood before the mirror in my room, staring at myself. Painted lips, pinned curls. A woman that didn’t look like me. A reflection that might’ve been Lira. I whispered to her through the glass. “I am not her.” But even I didn’t believe myself anymore. Kol was still having his bath so I decided wander about while waiting.

“Wear it. Be done by 10. A cab will be waiting for you outside.” I stared at the note. Judging from how flat and direct the message was, it couldn’t have been anyone else. Mr. Reynor. Of course. My heart did a weird little flip in my chest, half excitement, half nerves. I set the note aside and turned my attention to the box. Slowly, carefully, I untied the ribbon and pulled away the black paper. And what I saw stunned me. A dress. Deep maroon, the colour of deep red wine, of midnight, of something dangerous and unmistakably expensive.

I did my morning rituals and then got dressed up and then put a powder and lip balm in my lips. And I looked in the mirror then viola! I look perfect well what can I do? I was born beautiful. It is called natural beauty and don’t you dare to object. I look even better in my uniform because my uniform is a good fit for me. The uniform looks like those in the anime. White v-neck like men's uniform with red necktie topped with black long sleeve blazer and black and blue checkered skirt color that is above my knee. As soon as I came out of the girls dormitory, everyone immediately looked at me maybe because this is their first time to see me. No one saw me here at the academy yesterday because i

His voice was soft and tender. I looked at myself in the mirror. Half of my chest was still exposed. Tear marks were scattering all over my face. It was the most beautiful milky white long dress with an off-the-shoulder strap, a pleated satin sash, and an Ivory bodice. Lucian stood behind me. His long and slender fingers glided all the way across my chest, pulling up the straps to cover my chest. Then, his hands flitted down my waistline to fasten the invisible zip at the back.

"Princess, Lord Colin has sent a dress for tonight's feast." A different serving girl this time, carrying a gown of deep burgundy silk. Beautiful and expensive and exactly the kind of thing you'd dress a sacrifice in. "How thoughtful," I muttered. After she left, I held the dress up to the light. It was stunninglow cut, form-fitting, designed to emphasize everything Ares had claimed as his. A costume for my own execution. Unless I changed the script first. I hid the ledger and the vial in the dress's hidden pockets, easily accessible if I needed them quickly. Then I sat down to wait for nightfall.

The sleeves ended just below my elbows, leaving my forearms bare—a subtle reminder that these hands had executed rogues and liberated prisoners. Lily worked on the intricate fastenings at the back, her fingers nimble from years of dressing others. "Lukas designed this himself," she observed. "It has his attention to detail all over it." "He wanted it to match his ceremonial wear," I explained, feeling the dress settle perfectly into place. "Equal but distinct." "Like the two of you," she replied with a small smile. I felt Athena stir within me again, her presence drawing closer to the surface as the moment approached. 'Proud,' she whispered. 'My human is Queen.'

she pointed to the costume that was hanging on the wall as she walked to one of them and started putting them on. She finished and wore a nose mask and hand gloves as they followed according to what she did, then they walked inside the freezing mortuary. They followed Annabella until she got to a corpse that was covered with a blue robe. It had a tag on the wall close to its head 'Lucy Graham' She looked at the sheriff who glanced at Tabitha. Tabitha nodded, then the sheriff turned to Annabella and nodded at her. Then she immediately held the tip of the robe.

“But she isn’t.” Don Lorenzo's gaze sharpened further. “What was she wearing?” Luca exhaled once. “A costume.” Silence. Cold. Heavy. Lorenzo didn’t move. For a moment, he said nothing. “A costume?” he repeated finally. Low. Dangerous. Luca nodded. “Yes, boss.” Don Lorenzo's jaw tightened. “Explain.” Luca stepped closer, his tone steady. “She was seen leaving her apartment earlier. Covered with a jacket.” Lorenzo's mind began to piece it together already.

Liza came out of her trance of thought and reach out to the nearby table and fetch her a glass of water. “Look, we will come up with some solution, till then stop crying” Liza tried to console her again. * It was almost 7 in the evening. Reluctant yet she got ready with the dress. It’s a bloodred off shoulder, net embroidered long sleeves full length dress. The dress fitted her well. She has separated her hair in the middle and kept it open. With some pink shade lip-gloss and her regular earrings, she walked down the hall. She did the least bit of makeup to look presentable. While descending down the stairs Ana saw Liza arranging a tray with glass of water. When she swirled at Ana’s way, her