Ruby Lane Fear Street Costume Novels & Stories

Audrey “Nice costume.” Fiona leaned against the bar, a drink in one hand, the latex of her sleek cat costume creaking as she moved. She looked devastatingly beautiful, with her platinum hair trailing down her back in loose curls and black eyeliner haloing her eyes. Her waist, long and slender, seemed to move fluidly like a serpent as she reached forward to pluck a piece of lint off of my red cape. “Red Riding Hood,” she said with a sweet smile as she flicked the lint onto the floor. “Where’s your big, bad wolf?”

“I swear I wanted to see his face when you stabbed him. — Oh Celina, you really have no way... She laughs out loud. *** The end of the afternoon arrived and, with it, came the boxes with the costumes chosen at Tânia Mancini's store. Marga walked into my room, dressed in a lilac robe. Her red hair was already done and as soon as she saw me she looked at me in disbelief. "What time are you getting ready?" I tear my gaze from her and stare at the box on the bed. I swear I'm really curious, but I'm also afraid of having… I don't know, spiders or cockroaches. Kaanadan made it clear that his anger had not gone away... "If you don't open it, I will." - The redhead says looking the same as me. I tak

The air became thick with the sour stench of old fear and new panic. I took one step onto the polished black marble. My heels clicked against the stone. The crystal shards sewn into the hem of my gown scraped the floor, sounding like breaking glass. I kept my chin up. I did not wear the veil. I did not wear the high collar of a submissive mate. The moonlight thread of the dress cut low across my collarbones, exposing the smooth skin where a Luna mark should have been. There was nothing there. Just bare, unblemished skin.

Wearing such a simple gown out, would not only embarrass herself but also the Duke's mansion. "Lily, I've not been out and didn't meet anyone for the past two years. Do you think anyone would actually recognize me? Don't worry about it." Melissa knew what this girl was afraid of. Today, she had decided to wear a simple dark blue skirt with flower embroidered patterns, coupled with a long sleeves cream coloured top with a low neckline. Half of her hair had been made up into a simple bun while the rest was let loose. She truly embodied the sentiments of classic and simplicity, yet still appear charming and beautiful.

The scent of my fear was stronger than their expensive colognes. I hadn’t joined them yet. I was only observing them from upstairs behind the curtain dressed in a white ball dress. It was see through from my stomach and was backless designed in a way it seemed as if made from ice crystals. The fall of the dress had tailored pearls giving it a light ice blue tint.

Oh fuck it. But I decide to play along; I end up going for a silk slip knee-length dress with thin spaghetti straps, alongside draping a coat on my shoulders. The drive to the pack-house takes a few hours and I am nervous, Linda senses this and gives me a comforting smile. Hunter isn’t riding with us, since he has already arrived there. Our car pulls into the pack-house, there’s streamers and balloons all over the place. Linda and I come out of the car and walk into the pack-house. I breathe in and out, before entering the hall.

The bathroom was very neat and big, the whole house itself was bigger than double of my small apartment. I freshened up and picked out a trouser and top, it was a slim fit trouser and after touching my hair, I applied just a lipgloss and walked out, happy to start the exploration but my mouth dropped when I saw Diana dressed in a short flare gown, the top was corset and it had tiny straps. Her fair skin was glowing and I stared at myself, dressed in old faded clothes. Walking beside her would definitely bring lots of comments. “People are different, this can happen in the pack but here, it’s impossible. People are coming from every part of the world and they would be mature enough to keep th

It broke my heart that he was this excited to see me and then, there was the event with Justin. "My mum will behave, I promise," he said. "Can Lily come along?" I asked. I felt she would be the perfect backup for me in case Scott's mum decided to strike like the last time. "The more, the merrier," Scott replied, smiling. I got dressed in a red gown that had a slit from my thigh down to the hem of the dress. It was a sleeveless dress made from a silk material. I decided to keep things simple in order not to draw too much attention to myself.

"No, it's the tailor! She made a post about ten minutes ago about being blackmailed into running the hall! Ahhh! Omg. Lily made the feathers herself!" "Look, I found a post she did, and we are promised a video of the process!" "I'm going to use all my family members' phones to vote! I can't afford the costume, but I can afford to vote!" Alana, adorned in black angel attire, gave off the captivating charm of a succubus, seducing the light angel.

“Oh! Who is this?” A petite girl stands behind Randall, making herself as small as possible. She looks uncomfortable, tugging on her raspberry colored skirt suit as if she’s not used to wearing something so formal. She pulled her hair into a modest French braid. When she looks up, I can see pure fear in her wide set blue eyes. Her movements remind me of a bird.