Mia And Vincent Pulp Fiction Costume Novels & Stories

On the road, none of them said anything. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts. Once they reached the shoot location, Mia changed into her gown and sat down to get her make up done. Maria was sitting on the side, wearing a cap and a black mask, with loose and baggy clothes on that made her look quite comical. The makeup artist, while applying makeup on Mia, glanced at Maria out of curiosity and asked, “Mimi, who is that one over there? Why is she all wrapped up like that? Is she a celebrity or something?”

I roll the padded office chair to the opposite side, taking my seat so we’re facing each other. Matt takes my old position beside Anita, the blowtorch in hand, flame ready, his patience gone. “Okay, Anita,” I say with a smirk. “Intermission’s over.” Just as I lean forward, the large heavy door behind me swings open with a bang. Vincent strolls in, looking like he just stepped off a dance floor, tight black shirt, chains, cologne thick in the air. “Did I miss the party?” he grins. “Reens is my friend too. I wanna help.” He’s way too excited.

Vincent was wearing a four-sleeved coat, but he only had his sleeves tucked in as usual, so he looked like a monster. When Vincent stood up, his figure became twice as big. He wore a hoodie and a mask that covered half his face. "HEY!" Vincent shouted, then grinned. "Who are you?" replied one of the vampires, who came closer to him. Vincent still hadn't gotten out of the car and hid the dagger behind his sleeve. "I want to join!" said Vincent idly. Mike was peering out with wide eyes from the glass partition on the car door. Vincent's sharp eyes could see Mike's pale, frightened countenance. Even Vincent could hear Mike's heartbeat, which was almost breaking.

Melainy waited at the lobby of the high end service apartment. She did not dress up - just her normal university student look - white T shirt and denim shorts. She looked simple but confident, while women walking inside and out are usually dressed exquisitely, as if the lobby is the high fashion runway. It’s hard to ignore her though, as her eyes are bright and crystal, and her skin naturally glowing. Vincent did not make her wait for long. He wore a white polo t-shirt from Burberry, with beige bermuda shorts from Tommy Hilfiger. He looks healthy and elegant. The white color top matches Melainy’s. You would almost mistake them as a couple.

He was one of those sleazy movie producers who worked for an opposing company. She wondered what Mia was doing with the man, but she thought it shouldn't come as a surprise to her. Mia was a prostitute that slept with men for money, after all. Fury began to bubble up inside her the more she watched Mia's interaction with the man. Mia was wearing a black gown that had almost all her breasts spilling out of it, and the whole back was also open. The gown was long but had a long slit, from the edge of the gown up to her waist. Mia had one leg thrown over the old man's lap, and the man's hand was inside the gown. Mia was moving against the man's lap and her mouth was parted, and her expression wa

Everything they had done for me would never go unpunished. After crying in there for sometime, I wiped my tears, retouched my makeup and fixed my dress. Then, I pulled the door open and walked out. My steps faltered the moment I spotted Vincent at one corner of the hallway, with a cigar between his lips and a glass half-filled with liquor in his left hand. He looked drop dead handsome as always, like he was cut straight out of a magazine, with his black suit jacket and pants, with an equally back shirt underneath. The black shirt was unbuttoned until the third button, not helping matters at all.

After putting me on pills for the last few days I have been here. The maid combed my hair in front of the mirror and touched my face with some makeup. When she was done, she told me to wear the dress. I wore it without objecting, planning my escape. I picked up the scissors on the dressing table and placed them in the corner of my neck. The maid shrieked in shock and the door flung open. Vincent came in, wearing a dashing black suit. “What is wrong?” Vincent demanded in a harsh tone when he saw me holding the scissors to my neck.

I noticed Anna was watching me all along as I was fighting with myself and contemplating what I should do She faced me and said if I was scared and I didn't want to be seen I should back in the car. I told her not to worry, that everything was fine and I was going to go share the food with her. We entered the building and Anna went to see the Nun in charge. She was smiling so much and I just knew that they recognised us already. She sent some grown men to come with us to get the food from the car. I was already so lost in the work that I didn't remember anything. Infact I would never have thought that someone would have seen me and recognised me as I was dressed up in this manner.

Just to make sure she would interrupt my next plan. With Ella incapacitated, I turned my gaze toward her wedding gown. It hung on the wall, mocking me. A surge of cold satisfaction washed over me. It was the perfect disguise, to get close to Miley. I slipped into the gown, the soft fabric brushing against my skin, a stark contrast to the dark intentions swirling in my mind. It felt strange, wearing her dress, but I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at my lips. I was becoming her, even if only for a moment.

The low hum of the engine made Maurice glance instinctively, and his gaze froze. From the car stepped a vision, Mia. The sunlight seemed to embrace her as she emerged in a fitted sky-blue gown, her long hair tumbling in waves over her shoulders, hazel-blue eyes gleaming beneath the lashes, lips flushed with the faintest rosy tint. She was radiant, dazzling like the sun itself, and for a fleeting moment Maurice could hardly reconcile her with the little girl he once held in his arms.