Paper Wig Cosplay Novels & Stories

My roommate had a peculiar knack for pestering everyone into liking her posts on social media, all so she could collect enough likes to claim some prize or another. It was her way of life—nagging, nudging, and guilting us into clicking that little thumbs-up. One time, the campus beauty queen liked my roommate's ad for a facial mask. Not long after, she was in a horrific car accident. The vehicle caught fire, and her face suffered severe burns, leaving her disfigured beyond recognition. Meanwhile, my roommate seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation, her complexion turning porcelain fair and flawless as though she'd been kissed by the heavens. Then there was the academic prodigy, a shoe-in for graduate school, who liked her tutoring service post. Shortly after, he was exposed for academic fraud, and his once-brilliant reputation was reduced to ashes. Strangely enough, my roommate's research paper suddenly won an award, catapulting her to fame and fortune. And me? I fell into her trap too. I liked her rental agency ad, and before I knew it, my world crumbled. A scandal erupted, revealing that I was the result of a mix-up at birth. It turned out she was the long-lost child of wealth and privilege—a hidden gem cast into the rough, now reclaimed by her rightful family. As for me, I was packed off to the countryside village she had escaped from and forced into a brutal marriage with an old man. My life became a living hell, and eventually, I died there, broken and forgotten. But fate wasn't done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my roommate begged me to like her post in exchange for yet another prize.

“I want sex education.” Reed’s slow grin spreads across his face. “You want us to teach you?” “Yes,” Aria says calmly. “Oh, little sister, you are being naughty." Cole’s hands smoothed down my back, over the curve of my ass. “Naughty girls get punished before they get taught.” His palm connected with my right cheek in a sharp, stinging slap. “Suck it, Aria,” Kai ordered, his grip tightening on her cock while he gave inside my mouth. “Get it nice and wet. That’s your only job right now.” “She’s gonna come,” Reed announced as he fingered my cunt. “Look at her. Gonna squirt all over the fucking table. Do it, Aria. Come on, your stepbrothers’ hands.” Jasper finally released my hair, letting my head fall forward. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “Well, Aria? Did you like your first sex education lesson?” I was wrecked, used, humiliated. And utterly, completely owned. My voice was hoarse from screaming and sucking. “Yes, Daddy.” After a brutal humiliation turns Aria Collins into the campus joke, she decides revenge isn’t enough—she wants power. And the fastest way to get it is by stealing the one thing her enemy wants most. Zane Parker. The problem? Aria has no idea how to make a guy like him notice her. So she makes a reckless offer to the four most dangerous boys on campus—the Steel brothers… who are now her stepbrothers. At dinner, she slides a paper across the table.

PLEASE DON'T READ (Under major editing*) He stepped closer if that was even possible at this point. "I want you, Melanie." He rasped beneath his breath, his gaze falling to mouth. I hated the way I shivered visibly at his words. "So much." He ran his thumb along the inside of my elbow, closing his lips over mine again. One minute we were trying to kiss slowly. The next he was parting my lips and we were back to devouring each other. Our lips stayed locked even as he moved his fingers higher and higher. **** Melanie Steele and Damon Trent were practically the two opposite poles of a magnet. They had almost nothing in common. She liked her solitude, he liked being in the spotlight. She loved living for herself and being comfortable. He was in a constant competition with nobody. She hated attention, he craved it like the oxygen he breathed. They could never work... Or could they? When Damon finds out that he had to be married to get possession of his late father's properties, he let his friends talk him into putting up an ad in the News Paper and making a public spectacle to look for his future wife. What he didn't see coming was Melanie signing up for the competition. Somehow along the way, lines are not just crossed they're being completely erased. He's broken all his rules with her and she's thrown way her sanity when it comes to him. They find themselves battling an attraction that was slowly becoming something more. What happens when Damon's secret gets out? Would Melanie be able to forgive him? Or will their story end before it even has a chance to begin?

Matteo I thought I found the one I would spend my life with forever until she pierced my heart cruelly and left me to die. Now, I want revenge. I want to make her suffer. I want her to feel what I felt. But fate has plans for us. Plans, I was not expecting. I began to like her. Just when I think I found a friend, she disappeared. Hera I lost my mother in an accident. Then I began to lose everything. Just when I was on the verge of being thrown out of my childhood home, he came. I call him Matt. But he calls me kid. He has a past, and then, she came back. Sussane I regretted it the moment I did it. But I cannot do anything to undo our past. All I can do is, try to win him back. "Oh God, Matt, I am late for school. I have an exam in fifteen minutes. Please drop me" Hera begged Matteo, who is reading a newspaper while sipping his coffee. "No" he replied without hesitation. She was expecting that he would say that. But she cannot be late to her exam. "Matt, if you don't give me a lift, then I.. Then I...." she began to think of a perfect threat to scare him. Matteo moved the news paper out of his face and gave her a look. Little did she know, nothing can scare him. But her eyes began to shine with mischief, which he began to dislike. "If you don't drop me, then I will kiss you," she said something which he doesn't know would scare him.

Camilla Hart’s life is small but warm, filled with early mornings with her best friend Anya and caring for her sick aunt Roseline. An encounter with an arrogant stranger that she spilled coffee, will change everything. That same stranger, Adrian Harrington, a billionaire CEO, shows up at her big presentation. Impressed, he offers her a job as his personal assistant. Camilla is thrown into a world of glass walls, power games, and sharp eyes that never stop watching. Her desk sits just a glass wall away from Adrian Harrington’s — the arrogant billionaire she can’t escape from him. Everything changed when Adrian puts a contract in front of her: one year as his wife. No intimacy, no questions, no strings. In return, her aunt’s surgery will be paid for, and 20 million dollars . Cornered, Camilla signs. A dinner party with Adrian’s powerful family push her to her limits.Eleanor, Adrian's grandmother looks down on her because of her background, his father shows kindness, and just when she starts finding her place, Adrian’s childhood sweetheart, Celine, comes back to claim him. Jealousy simmers, sparks ignite, and the “rules” of their marriage start to break. Between late-night arguments, almost-kisses, and truths they’re too afraid to say , something real grows. But just as Camilla begins to trust what’s happening between them, her world is rocked: her long-lost father returns, wealthy and powerful, carrying secrets that turn her life upside down. When the contract ends, Camilla walks away, determined to stand on her own. But Adrian won’t let her go. In front of both families, at an engagement party no one saw coming, he makes his choice clear: what started as a deal on paper has become the only promise that matters.

It’s Monday and my first day of my new school. I drive my car around to where everyone else is parked, so I find myself a parking spot. Then I find the front office and go in and get my schedule. My first class is math, so I walk into the room and I’m the first one in there so I walk up to the teacher and hand him my paper to sign that I have to take back to the front office this afternoon. “Hello Miss. Billie Green I’m Mrs. Smart. It’s very nice to meet you.” The math teacher says, then sings the paper. You can go find yourself a set. I would try to find one in the front on the left-hand side. The kids pretty much already have the back full.” She tells me, and really it’s okay. I kinda like the front anyway. I make my way to a seat that looks vacant and sit down. Kids start piling in about five minutes later. And walking to their seats, there’s a tiny little girl that comes and seats down behind me. She introduces herself as Shaylee Apple. “Hello Shaylee Apple I’m Billie Green.” I tell her and hold my hand out to shake hers. I turn back around in my seat about the same time as a tall guy that has dirty blonde hair cut into spikes all over, ash gray eyes, so gray I can see the color all the way in my seat. He’s wearing a tight fitted gray shirt, and blue jeans. He has a very handsome face, but then he looks at me and instantly I see hatred in his eyes. What the heck, he doesn’t even know me. .

On Emily's birthday, her father, Mr. Albert, didn't celebrate with her and her mother. Instead he went to celebrate his ex-girlfriend's son's birthday. He bought expensive gifts for them, but her daughter got nothing but heartbreak. Emily was suffering from the worst brain tumor. She has been on drugs since she turned two. When Albert's ex-girlfriend showed up with a boy, he felt happy and proud to have a living child. Because to him, Emily is just a waste of space. A disturbance to his life and finances. Deep down, he wanted her to die quickly so he would stop spending his money on drugs. He accused his wife, Jennifer, of cheating on him. That his sperm can never produce a problem child—a living dead child. One fateful morning, a day Jennifer went to deliver a cake to the CEO of a bankrupting company. There, right in his office, she made a prediction that turned the man into a multibillionaire. "Marry me, Jennifer, and I will make you the richest woman in the world." The man said with one knee on the ground while presenting a diamond ring before her. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm married with a child, and I love my husband," she said and got home only to receive a divorce paper. "Sign this paper and leave with your sick daughter if you don't want me to marry a second wife." "Wow, you just made it easy for me. I don't even need you anymore." She signed it and left with reckless abandon. Will Albert regret his actions? Was he actually the father of his ex-girlfriend's son? Most importantly, will Emily survive? Join me and find out for yourself.

"A year of silence, Elena. Did you really think I didn't smell your pulse jumping every time I walked past your desk? I’ve been starving for you for three hundred and sixty-five days." ​Elena Reyes is the perfect secretary. She’s efficient, invisible, and silent. For a year, she has survived the "Ice King" of New York, Silas Vane, by hiding her sharp wit and her curves behind oversized blazers. She thought she was safe. She thought he was just a man who cared more about spreadsheets than souls. ​She was wrong. ​Silas Vane isn't just a billionaire; he’s a predator. An Alpha who has been hunting Elena from across the office, waiting for the one moment her human mask would slip. ​That moment arrives with a single drop of blood. ​One sharp paper cut on a million-dollar report is all it takes. The metallic scent shatters Silas’s control, revealing the golden-eyed beast hiding beneath the four-thousand-dollar suit. In a heartbeat, the office doors are deadlocked, the lights are killed, and the "Ice King" is gone. ​Silas doesn't want her files anymore. He wants her soul, her body, and her submission. He claims she is his Lunar Anchor—the only woman capable of grounding his primal rage. But Elena doesn't bow to "Alphas," and she definitely doesn't follow orders—even when they’re growled against her skin. ​Trapped in a world of lethal pack wars and ancient blood-bonds, Elena has to decide: Is she Silas’s salvation, or is she the only thing capable of destroying him? ​"Lock the doors, Elena. You aren't leaving until you realize that you don't just work for me... you belong to me.”

Asalea's eyes narrowed. She can guess that the event is a wedding ceremony. So, she will be attending a wedding occasion? "Whose wedding is this?” she asked the man who fetched her. “Yours, Madam.”He said and then got something inside his paper bag. “Please wear this,” the man said handing her a black veil with a tiara in it, beautifully adorned with black diamonds. “What did you say?!” Asalea gasped in surprise. “This is your wedding Madam.” The young man repeated his statement. “Who shall I be marrying?” with narrowed eyes, Asalea asked again. “You will know later on. Please be ready Madam. The wedding march will start.” Then the man step aside and motioned her to walk forward when the wedding march song started to fill the whole astrodome. Asalea does not know if she will follow or will make herself invisible and run. She chose the first. She knows that she will be dead if she will run. At least they will not kill her. Looking at her elegant black gown, her veil with tiara, and the venue of the wedding; she knows she will be marrying someone of a high profile from the Glodeous Kingdom. She can still start her life here and then plan for her revenge later on against the Ecleteon werewolves. With chin held up, Asalea made her graceful walk going to the altar. Getting nearer the altar, she saw the back of a man standing in front. Asalea surmises that he might be her groom. “Hmm, not bad,” she murmured. Slowly the man turned his back and faced her when she was already walking almost beside him. Asalea's eyes grew big when she recognized the man. “Hello, my pretty vampy.” He whispered, intensely looking at her with his ocean-like deep blue eyes.

I’m trapped in this marriage… Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Six years have passed, yet I’ve lived like a single woman. But I’m not allowed to love the person I truly want. If there’s anything good that came out of this situation, it’s that we gained a comfortable life—and we no longer live in fear of being hurt again by my alcoholic father. And him? Enjoying his lustful life as if nothing happened in the past six years. An educated woman, yet powerless to escape this prison made of paper. “I didn’t ask for that money!! I worked for all of it. Why?! Don’t you remember what you did to me that night?! How you violated me?! How my body was left covered in bruises and marks?! You may have bought me with your money… but that will never change the evil thing you did.” “You only made me your whore once, Ethan!! You feel disgusted with me? Well don’t you worry, my husband—I feel the same way too. I’m still haunted by nightmares of that lustful night… how you tied me up and pinned me to the bed… how you forced yourself on me so hard because you thought I was Sabrina—the one who hurt you!!! The only thing I did was sell myself to you, but I’ve been trying to forget it all and make things right!!” “I am your wife, Ethan!!! Your wife on that damned piece of paper!!! So no matter what your mistress does… she will always remain just a mistress—as long as I choose it to be that way. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”