Oneshot Niko Cosplay Novels & Stories

He paces threateningly in front of us, ensuring to look into our gazes as he passes. Niko has no trouble intimidating everyone here. A couple years older than us, he adorns two small scars that run parallel to each other on his right cheek. His hands are also littered in scars, their cause unknown. I can safely assume he wouldn’t share their origin with anyone else. And those eyes, I can imagine being the only part of his body seen by a victim as he achieves his goal as a Silent. “He will want to see you all. Hear your names and such,” Niko explains. “Any questions?”

And all that together was a dangerous combination in a werewolves. Nikolai looked as effortlessly gorgeous and sexy as he always did, and even though his friends were posturing and posing as they walked in, Akari didn’t see how anyone could keep their gaze off Nikolai. He was dressed as the others all were in short loincloths, leggings that laced up to their knees, and boots. The loincloths were so skimpy as to be barely there, and beneath them they were naked. Each of them carried several weapons, all of which looked deadly to Akari. Nikolai was carrying a kind of club with a stone end and a short, lethal-looking sword. He had oiled his body so that if an attacker managed to get him in a wr

“I’m going to make a racket and threaten our dear alpha king on gunpoint,” “But… that’s a taser,” “No one will know. I mean you didn’t. how can they know?” Nico chuckled evilly. “let’s go kick some alpha ass,” Nicolai went separate ways and slowly he climbed branch to branch to access to the east area of the pack. A young blond-haired girl was sitting there humming softly. she held a cup of green tea and was also talking to herself loudly. ‘Looks like an innocent lamb…’ he stepped forward a bit and the small branch under his foot snapped.

Goosebumps masked my skin and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. This was the shot I had been dreaming of, the break that could launch me back into the game. And he… he had made it happen as easily as flipping a switch. Nico’s gaze shifted from Dante to me, and for a moment, his expression flickered. Then he looked again, brow furrowing. Was that displeasure? Confusion? Or maybe he was just as shocked as I was. “Wait,” Nico’s voice dropped. “She… she’s wearing the final look?”

Rena was two years younger than Serra but she act older than fourteen. Serra sat at her stone bed and was looking at the others in the different areas of the dome. Mira sat on the far end of the corner, near the water reservoir, the water flowing thoroughly in the stone wall. She was growing corns for their lunch and Rena was behind her, preparing fire. Niko was at the other corner. He laid in the ground, topless, and Serra could see his perfectly formed abdominal muscles that lined up on his stomach, looking solid and hard. His right arm was lifted upward, twitching, and rocks floats above him like planets encircling the sun. And Niko was there at the center doing his thing. He was naked no

Nicki asked as she wore her pink and hairy headset on her neck. She was dressed in her usual baggy trousers and big jacket, but this time the baggy pants and the jacket were pink and hairy as her headset. The jacket has a rabbit ears on the cap, while the crop top she wore inside was also pink but not hairy, to go with pink Snickers. Finally silver was out,she was wearing a crop top with a white mini skirt and a high boot, and she packed her hair with a white ponytail. " Do you really wanna sleep in the dressing room?" Nicki asked and silver chuckled

Short and to the point, just like Nico. On my second night back at school I was working the graveyard shift at the computer lab and since classes didn't start until the next day I was the only one working. I surfed the web aimlessly, trying to ward off sleep. It was after two in the morning when Nico came in wearing a leather miniskirt and matching leather jacket, her hair was spiked into a mowhawk. Fishnet stockings, black fingernail polish, heavy eyeliner and black lipstick completed her outfit. Whenever she moved a dozen zippers on her jacket jangled softly.

Nico My trainer is ready as he stands in his black, knee length shorts, his bald head with a tattoo on it of a skull with a patch over one skull eye. Not very attractive which is a shame because Nikolei is a good-looking man, he has dark skin with amber eyes, almost like a cat. “Morning Boss, where is the lady?”

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.