روايات وقصص ضمن Red Death Phantom Of The Opera Costume

All of them in a palette of blacks, grays, and deep blood reds. And hanging in the center, displayed like a museum piece, was a dress. It was black silk, suspended on straps no thicker than fishing line. It was the kind of dress that looked like it would pool on the floor like ink if you dropped it. No zippers, no buttons. Just a slip of fabric designed to cling to every insecurity I had. I reached out and touched the hem. It was soft, and looks obscenely expensive. I felt a wave of nausea roll through me. This wasn't a gift. It was a costume. He was dressing me up like a doll in his playhouse. If I put it on, I was agreeing to the role. If I didn't...

I wasn't even the tactical Ghost who had raided the Grand Excelsior. Today, I was the Titan of the East. I smoothed the fabric of my silk dress, a deep, bruised plum color that looked like a healing wound. My hair was no longer the flowing chestnut of Isabella or the tactical bob of the Ghost; it was a sleek, obsidian curtain that reached my waist, sharp enough to cut. I wore oversized dark glasses that cost more than the motel we’d just left, and my lips were painted a red so dark it was almost black.

Halloween costume and a dominatrix, complete with black fishnet stockings and a large black flogger. They’d taken off my handcuffs, which now dangled from the leading guard’s hands, so with slow, careful movements I took off my dress and laid it, thinking of Chloe and Grace and our shopping trip, next to the costume. Then I sat and took off my shoes and sheer stockings. I saw I could leave my bra and panties on, which was something, I supposed. The black vinyl dress with its multiple straps went over my head and zipped up the back. (I didn’t ask for help with it.) Then came the fishnets and a pair of ridiculously high black stilettos boots I swear took five minutes to lace up. I stood.

Nothing suit the battlefield taste, I was about shutting the door when I saw it, tucked at the very end of the rack. A dress that did not belong. It was red. The richest, deepest red silk I had ever seen. The color of blood, of spilled wine. The cut was simple, almost modest—high neck, long sleeves, floor-length—but the color, the color was a scream. It was bold. It was dangerous. It was a dare. Oh, yeah. It was perfect. An hour later, I wasn't just ready. I was armed. I let my hair go wild, loose waves falling over one shoulder. Seems Joachim knows that the only thing I'm good in is using brown powder because two women waltz into my room.

Before them was an army of bloodstones all in red gleaming armours made from red diamond, and in the lead was Vivian, Janice, Hannah, and Dena. Vivian saw Chadwick standing twelve feet tall behind this ghost army with a host of others a few feet taller than him. They looked like men, but from here, she could see they had no eyes, no soul, no spirits. Surely, these were the Red Haux, and they made a perfect match for beings made from stones, she thought. Now, to make the first order. She just hoped Susan made it in time for mother was watching. No, mother couldn’t make it to this party. The throne required that she stayed on it. She leaving was definitely the last resort. But there was Susan,

Nora P.O.V I ran my fingers down the fabric of my dress, smoothing out the silk as I gazed at my reflection in the full-length mirror. The black and red gown hugged my figure perfectly, the intricate floral lace carving delicate patterns over the sheer black overlay, while the royal red silk underneath added a touch of richness. The detachable black skirt trailed behind me like a shadow, enhancing my every step with an air of mystery. My dark waves cascaded over my shoulders, shining under the dim glow of the vanity lights like a river kissed by moonlight.

The two noble ladies straightened in their seats and focused their attention on the stage where the settings of the scene had been elaborately displayed. "What a lovely cast." Ruby commented sarcastically. The first scene was about bratty ballerina girls gossiping about the so-called 'Ghost' in the Opera house. It was a boring scene but it was necessary to prepare the audience's knowledge about the plot. So far Ruby had grasped that the Phantom, a well-dressed music genius who hid his deformed face behind a mask, became obsessed with a beautiful soprano singer named Christine Daae. The story was very interesting and exceptionally well done. Marcel, playing the role of Erik the Phantom, was e

Blue came to his face and continued licking. “Do something, Audrey. Get this thing away from me,” Bane yelped. I did even bulge from where I stood, instead, I just watched their adorability. So far, this was so adorable. … As usual, Charlie and Sarah had dressed me up for the occasion. A part of me mourned when I saw the color they had clothed me with; an off-shoulder short black gown with few embroidery on it. I silently wondered if the people in this pack were secretly vampires. Why didn’t they wear bright colors? It couldn’t hurt, could it?

“You are an angel. Only an angel can forgive like that. You are special, Clara. Even with the darkness in your mind, you still are a light to everyone around you. You are a beautiful person inside and out.” “Well, my devil, who is now my knight just like you should be, we should eat and start our very busy day.” With that we get out of bed. I put on my red dress which I actually like. It’s a little low cut, but I have to say it really makes my breasts look nice. It’s a bright red silk dress. It’s simple with belle sleeves and V at the waist. Killian dresses in simple black pants and a black tunic. Killian tosses the collar that was around my neck out the window. I couldn't believe he did it.

The only ones not yet ready were Skyller and Christian. " Wow, Rose, are you determined to kill someone from the heart today? " Liam sneered. " I hope I find someone worth it," I crooned. My costume consisted of a white tulle bodice encrusted with various sparkly pebbles and a tulle tutu skirt that didn't even reach halfway up my thighs. In the back I wore a pair of white wings and a halo on my head.