Ruby Lane Fear Street Costume Novels & Stories

"What if someone mistakenly find out that it's gone? Or what if Darien strip you off your clothes again? We can't risk it." I swallowed hard. "So, is there something we can do?" "Yes..." FLASHBACK ENDS "No, this can’t be. No!" Lyra screamed, her voice cracking like glass breaking. Her whole body trembled, her eyes wide with horror, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Thank God Thorne had created a makeup to look like that. If not, I couldn’t imagine what would have happened to me. My heart pounded as I gripped my torn clothes and pulled them tighter over my chest, trying to cover myself. Shame burned my skin like fire.

Meredith said carelessly. Their conversation was interrupted by the shrieking sound of three young girls running behind them. One of them was wearing a bunny costume while the other two were dressed as vampires. “Both of them are dead. It was someone in a zombie costume and he attacked with a sharp knife. Mom I’m so scared, can you come and get us?” the girl in the bunny costume shouted into her phone. She was breathless and scared out of her wits. Jill, Olivia and Meredith looked at each other.

It doesn’t matter how scared you are, never show your fear or your tears. – Leigh Anne Six-year-old Rye sat on the bathroom counter with tears, snot and blood covering her face. Leigh Anne carefully dabbed at the bloody nose with a damp rag. The door was closed and locked, but they could hear the adults yelling. Leigh Anne was wearing the black lace dress that the man had brought. Rye had put it on but quickly took it off. The material was itchy and made her uncomfortable. It looked more like what a woman would wear, not a little girl.

He left before I could press further. Ruby waited in the hallway with a garment bag and a cigarette between her lips. "Morning, baby girl. Let us make you pretty for your funeral." "Ruby—" "Save it. I know you are scared. Hell, I am scared. But we are doing this anyway because that is what Cross women do." She pushed into the room. "Now strip. We have got work to do." The dress was not white. It was black with red accents—club colors from both the Reapers and Vipers woven together. Ruby had designed it herself.

Like I had just done something that would change everything. And maybe I had. That night, in her dorm, Lana helped curl my hair into soft waves that cascaded down my back. She lined my eyes with dark kohl, painted my lips with that devil-red lipstick, and when I slipped the dress back on. I couldn’t breathe. Neither could she. “I’m scared of you right now,” Lana said, laughing breathlessly. “That dress should come with a warning label.” I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked dangerous. I looked… unforgettable.

“That’s our girl. Go, and hold your head high.” --- She dressed carefully, slipping into the eerie costume she’d put together which includes her dark lace, heavy makeup, a veil, and spooky accessories. She stared at herself in the mirror. It wasn’t her style. But if this was the theme then why wouldn't she keep to it. When she arrived at Zayne’s massive house, music was already drifting from the open doors and lights twinkled in every window. The backyard was bustling. But as soon as she stepped in, everyone was silent.

he said and headed towards the car. .... By evening, she was dressed up in a ankle-length black dress. Her brown hair were caught up in a beautiful bun as certain tendrils of her hair adorned her face. Her eyes embellished with kohl and mascara. Long lashes that would shadow her cheeks when her eyes would move down. A maroon lip color graced her lips as her big doe eyes stared back at her in the mirror. The stylists did their job well. Despite applying the foundation on her skin, her face was paled. Despite coloring her eyes with different shades of black, still the fear danced in them. And her lips, covered in maroon shade, were still shivering with fear.

"After the bomb, we should make the story more interesting. We need to have a little show, so you must brace yourself and try to make your every action look natural so no one would doubt that there is something wrong with our relationship." "Right. I will," I said and get the box then turned to leave. That afternoon, I did not let Lily help me with the dressing up anymore. I dressed myself and put a little make up and Lily just did my hair in a simple bun that fits the style of my dress. The dress is off shoulder, hugging my waist down to my hips, and with a long slit from the half of my thigh. It is very elegant and looked very expensive. Of course it is Landon Arthurs we are talking about.

"After the bomb, we should make the story more interesting. We need to have a little show, so you must brace yourself and try to make your every action look natural so no one would doubt that there is something wrong with our relationship." "Right. I will," I said and get the box then turned to leave. That afternoon, I did not let Lily help me with the dressing up anymore. I dressed myself and put a little make up and Lily just did my hair in a simple bun that fits the style of my dress. The dress is off shoulder, hugging my waist down to my hips, and with a long slit from the half of my thigh. It is very elegant and looked very expensive. Of course it is Landon Arthurs we are talking about.

“They’ll expect you to stay quiet. Just watch, and listen.” I nodded, even though we both knew I wouldn’t stay silent if it mattered. Choosing what to wear felt more like strategy than vanity. The red ceremonial gown from last night was too muchh. Instead, I pulled a long slate-gray dress from the back of the wardrobe. It was simple, fitted and high-necked. As I fastened the last clasp, Tyler leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You look like the Luna,” he said finally. “I am the Luna,” I replied, brushing past him.