Pulp Fiction Costume Ideas Novels & Stories

Standing before the cracked, harshly lit mirror in the cramped dressing room, my fingers trembled as I meticulously applied a thick layer of heavy-duty concealer to the ugly tapestry of purple and yellow blooming on the side of my neck. Dexter's drunken rage had left its mark, a visible testament to the violence simmering beneath the surface of my seemingly normal home life. The flimsy white and silver costume Devlin had laid out felt like a cruel mockery of clothing – a scant few strategically placed sequins and sheer fabric that offered little more than a suggestive outline. It shimmered under the harsh backstage lights, highlighting every curve and plane of my body, amplifying my vulnerab

Blanche shoot a looked at the girl who delivered her order. It was the same girl, the same table near the bathroom and just a step from the bookcase, but, it was not the same people who were sitting on that table. First, the teens who were in the drama club never returned to this café after that scene. And Blanche was with another man, she was styled on a more conniving, dark, and fierce aura, she wore a black tight long sleeve turtleneck and tights underneath her cardigan. She was with a man who can be easily mistaken as someone who can live in the center of a forest hunting animals and living on a hut.

After combing my hair thoroughly and putting on a bit of light makeup, recalling the details and steps Grace had given to me a thousand times, I was ready. The last step was wearing the long frock coat made of silk, it was more of a hooded robe that fitted at the waist and flared out at the hips, giving me an hourglass silhouette. It had nice flowery patterns flowing from the collar to the waist and intricate lace work around the wrist areas. Most importantly it allowed me to hide a few items such as knives, in the pockets, in my boots as I finally looked at myself reassuredly. I did not look like a girl going to a ball to woo a certain prince charming, I looked like a hooded serial killer t

" Punch I looked at the face of soon to be dead idiot growing more impatient for his answer as seconds ticked by. He wanted to catch some breath as blood poured out of his mouth staining his previous whites. I leaned a bit away from him in rage as I took him in picturing how I would cut him limb after limb for touching what was mine. I smiled sadistically as I figured I could do that in this very room, imagines were not needed. However my smile was wiped out harshly when I really looked at him. His bruised face rhymed badly with his severely broken nose, the light blue dress shirt he wore previously accompanied with black slacks was stained without recognition by the blood he continuously sp

"He's paying a high price to be with you, Cloe. He doesn't want to fall into Paco's favor, you know? He's working damn hard so they don't see him as a beaten guy. He loves you so much, girl, and will do anything to stay together." She imagined that he was working twice as hard. That night she waited for him and hoped he would come home earlier, and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the car stop. She had gone with Milla to a shop in the center and the friend helped buying a beautiful costume at the sex shop," Milla showed Cloe a nurse costume, "Look how cute it is!" Cloe blushed, feeling embarrassed about buying such things. "To be honest, I thought of this costume when you told me you

Luckily, I was able to find one in my wardrobe: a three-toned, gray, black and red, leather-like coat-dress that looked nothing formal or fancy. It had a pirate-ty vibe to it with the big buttons and wide waist strap, but it certainly wasn’t meant to be worn by a sword-swinging buccaneer. It was more similar to the suits in Assassin’s Creed, only that it was a female version of it. I paired it with black leggings and wore knee-length boots to finalize my outfit. I may not know if this was what the other she-wolves wear in their human form during a fight, but I was pretty sure this was totally the best ensemble to kick that bitch Sofia’s butt.

I knew getting out of the palace might be difficult since the guards would recognize me easily, so I quickly thought of something. “Uhm…Please…” I began, choosing my words carefully as he looked at me through the rearview mirror. “I need to disguise…the…guards…” “I understand,” he said unexpectedly, without questioning my reasons. He parked the car and checked the trunk for heavy pullovers. “This will do,” he said, tossing the thick clothes to me. “Thank you,” I muttered, grabbing them. Piper and I tucked ourselves inside them, the leather smelling faintly of animal blood.

reported Alex. "There's one way to identify who is part of Pamela's mafia gang. Male or female, they all wear similar black suits with hats and shades. They are armed with guns and go in groups of at least four members. They also wear armbands with the initials 'PQ'. " added Henry. "That is so tacky." quipped Juri aloud. She immediately realised what she said and covered her mouth in embarassment. "Yeah, trust me, Juri. We all thought the same way." replied Henry, hoping to relief Juri of her embarassing comment.

They can't afford to let me ruin it. "It really suits you!" Mika commented as soon as she saw me wearing the gown. I went in front of the mirror and saw my reflection. I couldn't believe how pretty the dress is. It's a sky blue tulle off-shoulder gown and there are pink flower designs on the bodice. I look like a real Princess. "Go fix her hair now. You guys know what will suit her costume." Mika said to the makeup specialist and hair specialist of the drama club. We're all just high schoolers but they're so talented.

"Really, no hot guys? At a costume party like this, where everyone’s either wearing masks or dressed as someone else, and still no one good-looking?" Gina sounded disappointed. "Maybe there are," Erik said, glancing back. There was Pinocchio with a fake nose, Link in a cheap costume, Mickey Mouse in a full-body suit, an actual clown, and a ghost who’d just cut two holes in a white sheet. And then there were the zombies—by far the most common—with pale faces, red scars, and blackened teeth.