Mirabel Cosplay Novels & Stories

Devin nods and looks at her and then her outfit before he frowns, perplexed. “Why are you dressed like that? It’s not Halloween.” Mira shrugs and looks down at her costume. “I like Tinkerbell.” She admits sheepishly, her cheeks turning rosy. “I like Spiderman, but my mummy doesn’t let me wear my costume all the time.” Devin sighs woefully. “I wish she did. That would be so cool.” Mira giggles and nods. “My mummy lets me wear what I like. I can wear this every day if I want to.” Mira gushes with a big grin that lit up her eyes even more.

“Mileena love, it’s time to get ready for your mother funeral,” Mileena turned to look at me, I could see the hurt in her eyes. She looked broken; I want to take the pain away. I would do anything just to see a smile on her face, let her know she is not alone in this world. If I could bring her mother back I would, I even pray to the moon goddess for guidance. “Thanks for reminding me, Cordell, I’m about to get ready” she said walking over to her closet. There she pulls out a black dress with matching bra and panties, black flat shoes. She places it on the bed and enters the bathroom to shower.

I complained, hands on my hips. Seven and Seleira were down in the field handling the rest of the she-wolves, while we were up on this hill doing backflips. It felt absurd. Zayn smirked. “I promise, it’s not a joke. Trust me, this is essential training.” “Essential? Really? Because it feels more like a circus act!” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “Hey, if you wanted to be a clown, you could’ve just said so,” he teased, crossing his arms. “But seriously, you’ll thank me later.”

Mirabel stepped into the café. Elegant. Perfectly styled. Every strand of her hair sat exactly where it was supposed to. A cream-colored dress hugged her figure effortlessly, paired with matching heels that clicked softly against the tiled floor as she walked inside. She looked expensive. Confident. Untouchable. At least… That was the image she had always wanted the world to see. The moment her eyes landed on me, she stopped for the briefest second. Almost too subtle for anyone else to notice.

Mirabel’s heart hammered against her ribs as the last pins were pushed into her half-mask. The small servants’ room was a whirlwind of whispered urgency. Rosa adjusted the plain black uniform on her shoulders while Naomi tied the strings of the mask behind her head, trying desperately to hide any familiar features. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Mirabel breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “If Isabella finds out I’m out there serving at her own party… she’ll ruin me. You know she will.”

I shot her a disapproving look, though I had to admit, I was curious. I really did love my dresses, but Mirabelle had a knack for this. Half an hour later, I stared at a reflection that felt alien. My dark hair flowed in soft waves to my lower back, elegantly parted to the side. My face was adorned with a full face of makeup, including a bold red lip that mirrored Mirabelle’s style. I was wearing a snug red cropped blouse with layers of ruffled fabric on the front, exposing a bit of my midriff. Paired with it were black short shorts and striking red snakeskin booties. The red and black theme was so clearly Mirabelle's signature.

"This is a Sten-" "A Stendhal dress." Mirabel cut her off. "I know it when I see it." How I wished she knew geometry like she knew dresses. But this was slowly becoming a very interesting dialogue. "I'll trade you that dress for this one. I'm even giving this one to you for free, you know." Mirabel was silent for a while, obviously thinking about Elena's offer. "What do you say?" Elena asked impatiently. "It's a deal." Mirabel handed the dress to Elena and collected the Stendhal dress. "This will look good on me, right?" She asked, looking at me for approval.

Mirabel bit her lips. “Yes, mother,” she said, but she lied. Mirabel has in fact gotten attached to Ivan, he always teases her any little opportunity he gets, but she ignored him because her mother was keeping tabs on her and she absolutely hated the young wolf so she told her to kill him even though there was no reason to. She faked his death and hid him in a place no one would ever find him. She just wanted her mother’s approval. Then she would run away to another kingdom with him, away from the demons. Mirabel is also a witch and demon hybrid as her father is a warlock so she can fake someone’s death. She just hopes her mother didn’t notice. “Good. Did the poison work?” she asked, and she

Many hours were enacted and the sun finally set. The twins were beautifully dressed up and looked after by the maids. Mirabel stood in front of the mirror staring at herself with a pessimistic expression on her face. Her black raven hair was neatly adorned with golden jewelry, and her face was painted a bit. Her emerald green eyes stared through the mirror with pain apparent in them. If she has no luck, today might be the last day she will glimpse this earth and the people she loves.

“Alright… I’ll meet you down there.” Mirabel closed the door and quickly stripped. She picked the most provocative swimsuit she had packed, a tiny red bikini that barely contained her massive tits. The top was two small triangles of fabric that struggled to cover her areolas, the strings thin and tied loosely. The bottoms were high-cut, riding up her thick ass cheeks and showing a lot of skin. She took off her medicated glasses and left them on the dresser. Without them, her face looked softer, prettier, more vulnerable.