Sexy Velma Costumes Novels & Stories

Superstition clung to the walls like dust. Elena stood in front of her dressing-room mirror, alone. The costume was little more than gold body paint and chains that draped across her breasts and hips, leaving back, sides, and most of her ass bare. Her skin shimmered under the lights, every muscle carved sharp from weeks of starvation and obsession. She looked like a blade dipped in honey. Valeria knocked once and entered without waiting. She wore the Slave costume again: black straps, collar, nothing else. The leather had been adjusted since the gala; now it framed her completely naked cunt, lips already slightly swollen, as if her body knew what was coming.

Her dress was a shimmery burgundy spaghetti strap, v-neck pleated A-line dress with a sheer floor-length skirt with a double-layer short skirt underneath and a slit up to her right leg to where the underskirt ended. If she weren’t the undead, I’d wonder how she would deal with the cold December air. But I guess the cold never bothered her. Ha, Disney reference. And fuck I need to not let Talia pick movies. It’s like living with Hana all over again. Zelma had gone with an orchid spaghetti strap asymmetrical high-low dress with a parallel waist accented by a row of rhinestones. I’ve started to notice she has a lot of purple in her wardrobe. I guess it’s her favorite color. Whatever.

NIGEL'S POV Velma kept kissing on my neck while we walked to the library where detention was being held. I was so pissed that I had to spend my evening with that annoying princess. Father would not like me being late for yet another sparring session. “Velma, quit it,” I nudged her off. My skin was all clammy and sticky from her saliva. I used the back of my palm to dry my neck. “Remember the Wolfout Ball is in three and a half months and I want to make sure we coordinate. I was thinking you can do a black and white tux — you know, like a James Bond kinda vibes and I could wear a black dress with a plunging neckline.”

Elara seductively took off her coat, letting it fall from her shoulders and draped all around Riven's thigh were she was currently seated on. She was clad in attire that Selena had carefully chosen for her role for today. The outfit was, to say the very least, revealing. It was literally made of two scraps of fabric. Two delicate straps of pale pink, glittering fabric barely covered her breasts, flowing down to her navel, where another scrap of the same fabric cinched the ensemble at her hips like a belt, joining the straps into a single, flowing piece that draped tantalizingly between her legs and barely concealed her backside.

“So, tell me. What are you planning to do?” Tyler asked. “Go back to the house and inspect. If we do find him, I have a lot of questions.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Selena opened her closet and found a white dress. Her hand moved over the texture; she liked it, and just looking at the gown, it was clearly her style. She took out her dress and showed it to her friends. “What do you think about this?” Trisha and Dalett looked at each other. “That was the dress she wore to the mating ceremony.” Dalett whispered. “We can not let her wear it because it has werewolves all over it. What if it reminds her of Titus?”

Charlotte replied, taking a glass of juice from the table arranged full of desserts and juices. " I know. But I can't stay calm whenever I see Mrs. benjamin. At first, I haven't really considered as a problem in Becca's death. Now her looks give me some undetected fears. What is she up to? Is she really going to crack the case?" Caleb asked while checking his fangs. He wore a vampire costume. And Charlotte was in a witch costume in purple colour. Care was grieving for many days and now after her breakup recovery, she decided to wear a costume in red like a devil and it suits her. Chloe wanted to wear something less scary and beautiful. She chooses Red riding hood.

"This is armor. When you walk into that Gala, every camera will be on you. Every eye judging. This dress tells them you belong in that room." She helps me into it. The silk is cool, heavy with the weight of the beads. It settles against my skin, molding to me. She zips me up. Adjusts the drape. I look at myself in the full-length mirror she brought. I don't recognize the woman staring back. The diamonds, the silk, the posture. Option Four dressed like Option One. "Maria Castellano sent specific instructions." Valentina opens a velvet case. Diamonds. Emeralds. Pieces that require their own security detail. "She said to make you untouchable."

Lisa's POV "Hey, Cupcake!" Selena waves at me. "Get over here. I was beginning to think you'd hole up in your room all night." I see her fiery hair in the midst of the flower-and-grass-skirt-wearing dancing crowd, and make my way towards her. She is flanked by three brunettes, one of whom I recognize as Yvette. The others are sizing me up, sweeping glances from the top of my wavy ponytail to my polished passion pink toes. Selena grins, and adjusts the halo of flowers on top of her head. She is wearing an ivory dress with a spaghetti strap that hugged her body like a second skin, a plunging neckline, and three heart shaped cutouts all the way down the front of the dress that barely covered he

Valentina’s grip was firm but gentle as she led her into another room. “Go and bathe quickly,” Valentina said with a small smile. “I had these prepared for you.” On the bed were two boxes, slightly open to show fine fabric inside. One was a dress, sleek and perfect for the meeting. Isabella’s eyes widened as she touched the fabric softly. “It’s… beautiful,” she whispered before hurrying into the bathroom. --- Meanwhile, back at the Sinclair mansion… Morning light streamed weakly through the curtains in Vivienne’s bedroom. The room smelled of perfume and powders.

There were slips of sheer black lace, crimson silk corsets, and delicate garters designed to leave nothing to the imagination. My stomach twisted into a painful knot. Looking at those pieces made everything brutally real. I was about to give my body to a man who terrified me. Before the maids could force me into one of the scandalous outfits, the bedroom door opened. Selena walked in. She had changed out of her morning gown and wore a simple, elegant robe. Her pale face was devoid of makeup, making her look sick and exhausted. She looked at the red and black lingerie scattered across the bed, her eyes flashing with disgust.