Ruby Lane Fear Street Costume Novels & Stories

He wasn’t going to outshine his luna; not for this. Once they realized he wasn’t going to walk toward the front and he was going to stay in the back, their fear turned into gratitude, and they turned away from him. Hannah stood in front of Caroline’s grave. Like everyone else, she too had tear-stained features. She wore a long black gown that covered her feet and dragged through the dirt on the ground. It was a noodle strap dress, and the straps were covered in a shimmering material that went around her neck, hugging her body and forming around her curves perfectly.

No exception. Faye stroked her own hair as she sighed, determined to pretend that Tennebris' words had no effect on her. That night she wore a long dress of the same shade of pink as her hair. So flashy and screaming that it was impossible not to recognize her in the crowd. In contrast to her, my dress was simple and with a subtle neckline, all white. I didn't wear jewelry other than my necklace, and my hair fell loose through my things without any equipment or accessories.

"I don't want their pity. I want their fear." I took the dress, running my fingers over the fabric. It was soft and expensive. The kind of thing my father would have given to one of his consorts, never to his daughter. I wondered what game Ronan was playing, dressing me like this. "Fine." I stood, letting the sheet fall away. I didn't bother to cover myself. If he wanted to look, let him. I had nothing left to hide. "But when your wolves stare at me like I'm prey, don't blame me if I cut their throats."

The first time of the year. I joined the party as everyone I've seen to have fun. There were booths with games, food trucks, music, pumpkin carving, and more. My heart is racing, and I could have hypertension right about now. "Hey!" I was surprised by Lily once she tried to hop on my back. "You survived." I turned to see with a shocked look; Lily had a sexy red riding hood costume she changed out of because the saree was too valuable to be worn outside and made by her dad. Plus, it was only used to catch Liam's attention, and it worked.

She also used their body language to mark them. Kaylee was in a long gray hoodie that stopped above her knee, wearing black sneakers. She carried the other two and was a bit free. Her hair was also wavy and down. Katida was stern and indeed unfriendly. She dressed to impress. Wearing a tight skimpy pink strapless gown at that time of the night. Lana nearly scoffed at how gorgeous she looked. Her hair was held firmly to the back, forming a ponytail.

She had tucked crisp bills into my hand with a knowing smirk but the money didn’t ease the knot in my stomach. I fear I might lose myself in this place. Then the door swung open, and Lila breezed in, her red costume glittering under the fluorescent lights. She was grinning like she had just won the lottery, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, damn,” she said, tossing her hair as she leaned against the counter. “You look like you saw a ghost, Serena. What’s got you so spooked?” I raised a brow, trying to shake off the haze.

I huffed and went back in, coming out minutes later in an icy blue gown with a sheer upper body and a glittery tail. "No, this would have been it, but no", Lanie stated, scrutinizing me with a glance and obviously enjoying my torment. "This is the last one I'm trying", I pleaded, walking back to the change room with Lanie's evil laughter following me. I came back out in a rust coloured satin cross over halter neck maxi dress with a thigh slit, the cloth stuck to my body like a second skin and Lanie shrieked, "Yes, girl this is it. It's giving, I'm a sexy, motherfucking woman. And I like it".

She didn't knock. Luna emerged from the dressing room, already changed into her coronation robes. A plain, dark grey gown, sleeves rolled up to just above her wrists, exposing the old chilblain scar on the web of her hand. She walked over and looked at each of their faces, one by one. Including the new fifteen-year-old girl, whose fingers still bore unhealed chilblains. The girl clutched a half-finished, botched handkerchief in her hands, head lowered, too afraid to look at her.

She waved over the nearest shop assistant who was arranging clothes on a rack. “How may I help you?” the girl asked when she came over. Ruby gestured at the clothes on display. “We can’t seem to find what we’re looking for.” “Perhaps I can help then. What exactly do you need?” “Clothes for a costume party,” Ruby explained, “We are going as Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.” The attendant smiled. “Oh, Harry Potter fans, I believe?” “You can say that again."

Adelaide chose a stunning pomegranate-red evening gown, its neckline and sleeves heavily embroidered with golden totems that perfectly showcased her noble Luna status and commanding presence. Lance changed into a loose, sky-blue robe. The fabric perfectly softened his terrifying battlefield aura, making his tall, broad frame look elegant and gentle—the picture of a refined nobleman.