Ruby Lane Fear Street Costume Novels & Stories

“The Festival is meant for joy, Julianna. You should let yourself have some.” I smiled faintly. “I’ll try.” A few stalls away, chaos was brewing. Lyra emerged from behind a curtain in a crimson dress that caught the light like fire. She twirled. “Well?” Lila tilted her head. “It says ‘vampire queen.’” “Good,” Lyra replied. “Or ‘blood-themed tablecloth.’” Lyra gasped in mock offense. “Not funny!” “Ohh, it is,” Lila muttered, smirking.

"Oh, there's a costume shop here in town. We can rent you something cool. You'll love it, Bobby!" I think I would have objected and tried to talk my way out of going, but Karen showed me some of the costumes she had hanging in her closet. There were a lot of skimpy-looking outfits, with lace panels, plunging necklines, and high-cut bottoms. She had an assortment of stockings and garter belts hanging on the inside of her closet door, and I had to gulp repeatedly as I stared at those costumes and imagined some of her friends wearing them. I wasn't imagining my sister dressed like that, of course. No, really! I wasn't imagining my sister; it was two of her friends I had met on a previous campus

Not to mention, the fact that she was a Rank 6 Evolved One made her look even more like a doll. Rayne let out a smile when Lucas touched her head. Scarlet, the beauty of the Apocalyptic Legion, was wearing a long, red, fiery dress; her hair was at waist-length. At that moment, the blazing sunlight could be seen shining on her gorgeous face. It was unknown whether it was the sunlight that lightened up Scarlet or the other way round. The sense of horror within Joanna lessened when she saw Rayne's sweet smile. "Senior, where are we headed now?" asked Joanna.

Kaye stole a glance at the price tag of one of the dress on the racks. When she saw the number printed on it, her eyes bulge out in alarm. Then, she pulled her cousin aside and whispered. "Oh my god! This dress is nearly ten thousand!" She was equally shocked as she hurriedly said. "That's outrageous! We can't afford that. Let's go to the other boutique. One piece of clothing here is probably equal to a tens of pieces over there!"

A variety of emotions flooded in again—shame, fear, and a dangerous excitement that almost drove her crazy. “Get dressed,” Kieran gave the first command. Lalisa had no other choice but to willingly accept the role she had been given. She slowly put on the shameful school uniform. The tight shirt that was almost bursting at the seams, the skirt so short it barely covered anything, and the cold leather collar on her neck. When she was fully dressed, Kline came and buttoned up her shirt neatly, before leaning down to whisper in her ear in a gentle but threatening voice, “Be a good girl… and you won't get hurt too much.”

My throat burned, but I kept cutting until uneven strands barely brushed my jaw. Freedom mattered more. Breathing shakily, I wrapped linen tightly around my chest until it hurt to inhale. Thankfully, my figure wasn’t overly curvy. After pulling on loose clothes, my shape flattened enough to pass. Enough if nobody looked too closely. Enough if nobody touched me. I shoved stolen scent-concealing pouches into my bag, covered my head with a scarf, and slipped out of the house. The village glowed with celebration.Women carried flowers. Children laughed. Music echoed through the streets.

“Seriously.” “If you bring out a second one, I’m leaving.” “This is your room.” “Then I’m kicking all of you out!” ◇ They chose a deep blue dress. Nothing too flashy. Very little decoration. But the fabric alone looked expensive enough to make Riley nervous. “...How much is this?” “You’re better off not asking,” Vivian replied. “There it is!” “What?” “The scariest answer anyone in this house gives!” Riley lifted the dress carefully. “What if I rip it?”

A pang of jealousy hit me hard and I felt the facade I was wearing would burst out any moment. Jade's costume was a perfect indication of a vampire-like impression. She wore a long, flowing black gown that was fitted at the top and flared out from the waist. The dress was adorned with intricate lace detailing and had a high neckline that showcased her delicate collarbones. She completed her look with a pair of elegant, heretofore dangerous-looking, black stilettos.

My hands were steady now, even as my heart hammered against my ribs. "I hated this dress," I muttered, my voice a low, rough rasp. "I hated that he chose the color. I hated that he saw you in it." Rachel let out a shaky, breathy laugh, her head tilting back against my chest as I worked the fasteners. "It was a costume, Damon. Just like the tears. Just like the fear." "The fear wasn't all an act," I said, peeling the heavy fabric away from her shoulders. "I felt it through the bond. I felt you go cold when the deadline shifted."

Opening all the bags that I had, searching for something decent. By nightfall, I was dressed in the only thing I owned that could be considered a gown. It was simple, pale blue, worn from years of being folded in a trunk. I brushed the dirt from my skin, combed my hair until it fell smooth, and tied a ribbon at the side. My hands trembled the whole time. The carriage arrived with two guards at its sides. Their eyes barely flicked toward me, like I was already beneath their notice. I climbed in, clutching the skirt in my fists.