Starfire Rave Outfit Novels & Stories

I want it to be a night to remember, and if that means showcasing the bulge—so be it. I tie the look together with black Doc Martens. Star sprays body glitter all over me before sitting me down to put on my face. Star is a seriously talented makeup artist, and tonight they expertly doll me up with a dewy face and muted, neutral pink lips, letting my eyes become the focal point. Continuing the rainbow theme, they line my eyes with every color of the rainbow, starting with red at the inner corners and ending with violet in a sharp, winged cat-eye. Then, Star mirrors the rainbow colors above, along my eyebrow arches, creating a striking second wing effect. Glitter is liberally dusted all over m

The scent of pine and burning sage lingers in the air, meant to purify the moment. I stand near the fire, my heart pounding. My dress is deep crimson, the colour of passion and permanence. The bodice is fitted but not restrictive, embroidered with silver thread in the shape of swirling star patterns. A flowing cape falls from my shoulders, edged with Misfit and Starlight symbols-proof that two worlds are becoming one. Lyric, Luna, and Selena stand beside me, each adorned in dresses of dark blue and silver, their hair braided with tiny moonstone beads.

Not that I planned to tell anyone they were Barnett’s. StarRise emerged wearing an elaborate gradient blue skirt and matching top. The top was a light blue color that gradually got darker. The skirt itself started off the same color as the waistband of the shirt and descended into a black hem, where little silver beads were woven to resemble stars. On her head, she wore a headband of silver stars. “I love this!” she exclaimed, giving me a twirl. Just a sliver of her toned stomach was on display. “It’s so pretty.”

Raven's POV I stared at my reflection, fighting the urge to punch the mirror out of frustration. The outfit was bad, like real bad. A neon, bubblegum-pink two piece that made me look like I was trying way too hard and failing anyway. "I cannot believe you made me wear pink," I groaned dropping the blush brush onto the cluttered counter. "Of all the colors in the entire fucking world and you made me wear this." Starlet popped up behind me in the mirror, wearing an even brighter pink shade. Her face lit up with that bright smile."Isn’t it great? And before you say anything, I only have pink outfits. But seriously, you look amazing. This color brings out the rose in your cheeks."

Kat replied while she held the outfit up and examined it. “Oh hell no,” Taryn gave out as she jumped off the bed with phone still in hand. She snatched the sweater from Kat and observed it. It was red and green with black stripes and a large reindeer embroidered in the centre. The material looked like something sewed by Mrs. Clause. “This thing looks like the Nightmare Before Christmas. What kind of best friend I would be if I let my bestie be seen in this monstrosity?” “What's wrong with it?” Kat asked. “I think it has spunk,” Kat added, and Taryn practically laughed as she gave the hideous apparel another scornful look.

I said as quietly as I could, but loud enough for her to hear me over the music. “Oh, I know,” Star laughed. “I just hate giving in to what she wants. Before you know it, I’ll end up downstairs.” “Like I said, Char can’t make you do anyth—” Star groans as she looks over my shoulder. Turning around, I spot Char as she walks over to us in a black thong and a silver spaghetti strap crop top that was barely being held together by a black buckle. Her breasts were threatening to break free and fling the buckle across the room. Her red hair was put up in a tight pony tail, was pulled over her shoulder, and flowed down one side of her chest.

And I couldn't help the naughty thoughts crossing my mind. The girls and I went shopping for our costumes. We decided that this time, we needed to wear something different. Odette always wears the same thing to every costume party or Halloween; vampire or zombie vampire. Starliss is always a sugar fairy. You know, pink to the core with a fluffy bubble skirt and large wings. If she's not pink, she's lavender or yellow. As for me, I'm always the biker with one leg of her oversized nineteenth-century pants cut to my knees. Wearing a concert tee with Anne-Marie's face printed on it, or a skull, skeleton legs or food, a rainbow ripped jacket, and an astronaut helmet. Don't ask me what I am becaus

I wake up with a different level of excitement and nervousness. After having breakfast ,I take a quick shower since we have to report early today for all the finale duties . I wear jeans and a crop top and pack a pair of sweatpants and tank top to wear after finale . I don't wear makeup since we will be dolled up anyways. I text shawn and the guys the timings so that they can arrive in time . I reach the set and am already dragged to the dress up room . For the first round , I have chosen a silver sequin dress which is full sleeve and lands rught above my knees. I also have matching silver shiny hoops and red lou boutins.

The off-shoulder dress exposed my neck and shoulders boldly. Sighing, I slid my fingers along the waist of the dress, where the skirt and chest piece of the outfit met, and also where I had embedded the shape of the dragon the stars revealed to me that night, with small coin-sized diamonds. I didn’t have an exact reason for why I had, but it definitely completed the look, something small to glimmer under the bright lights. Taking a deep breath, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had kept my make-up to a minimum, apart from the ruby lipstick that stood out alarmingly. I left my hair flow into its usual waves, leaving it down completely, letting it graze my shoulders and back softly.

“Alright, all done. Girl, you look insane. Everyone’s gonna think you’re the new she-wolf at Livingstone.” I turned to the mirror. My reflection looked almost unreal. I was dressed as Nova Starlight from Cybernetic Dawn—a sleek black leather jacket with glowing blue neon lines, my hair styled into effortless waves, my eyes lined just enough to look sharp and electric. I actually looked like the character—a genius hacker with an aura of mystery. Tyra headed downstairs first while I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves buzzing in my chest. Through the window, I could see our classmates starting to gather in the backyard.