Sylvie Cosplay Novels & Stories

Sylvia replied, letting him go for Blake to turn around and see she had a very seductive and revealing outfit for their night. The outfit was a skin-tight corset all in one and made of leather, with her breasts exposed and a slit in the bottoms making for crotchless shorts. Thigh-high black silk stockings and black high heels to finish the outfit. She only needed a riding crop to be a fetish mistress. Making Blake shudder and excited all at the same time. “Master, will you punish this lowly slave?” Sylvia asked as she crawled into the bed, staying on all fours and looking seductively at Blake then crossed and raised her legs, causing her heels to point in the air.

Sylvie asks, bouncing up and down on her toes. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I smile at her excitement. “For your eighteenth birthday... we are having... a spa day!” She says in a grandiose sing-song voice. “Massages, nails, hair, make-up, the works.” “Sooo… just the two of us? No boyfriends?” I squeal with glee. She nods her head and pulls me to her car. *** “Whoa, ZeeZee. You look like a supermodel.” Sylvie’s eyes get big when the stylist finishes my hair and make-up.

The makeup on her face was already melting off, and her massive lips made her appear more like a clown than anything else. “S-so, I can go… right?” Sylvia slowly rose to her feet, her eyes pleading for mercy. ‘If I let her go, she could expose my identity and plan.’ However, Rey couldn’t bring himself to kill Sylvia. Instead, he opted for a safer approach. ‘[Sleep].’ In an instant, Sylvia collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. Her head collided with the hard floor, causing a loud echo to reverberate in the room. ‘A-ahh... that’ll hurt.’ Rey winced slightly.

Just enough to remind everyone this was meant to be a celebration. I moved forward slowly, letting my eyes take it all in. And then I saw her. Sylvia stood near the center of the room, impossible to miss. She was dressed like she had stepped out of a badly written fairytale. A voluminous gown in an unnatural pastel shade, layers upon layers of fabric swallowing her frame. The bodice glittered aggressively under the lights, sequins fighting for attention. Her makeup was worse. Thick foundation. Harsh contour. Shimmer piled onto her eyelids until her eyes looked heavy and sunken. Her lips were overdrawn, the color too bright, too desperate.

’ Jade thought as she tried to piece two and two. “Oh~! A party! A party! A party for me and some fun also for me!” Sylvie squealed in happiness after seeing Neil off. Jade watched her in mock horror as though she was seeing a new person. The Sylvie she knew was one who never ever squealed but then again she wouldn’t also have weird stains on her work uniform so everything was new to Jade. “Sylvie, what is going on?” Jade asked with arms crossed as Sylvie got her mind together.

Vaelen groans. He opens the door and Sylvaine stands on the porch wearing pink sunglasses, a leopard print coat, and carrying two glittering bags and a fanny pack that says “WITCH PLEASE.” She beams. “Guess who finally learned how to travel portals?” Kaelion clutches the wall. “No.”

Alpha Michael had taken his place at the top of a makeshift stage and was about to make a speech. However, my eyes landed on someone. Someone I'd both hoped and doubted would be making an appearance tonight. My heart jumped as my insides burned with a desire that seemingly came out of nowhere. Sylvain. He wore a stylish black coat over a black trouser that hugged his body. He had on black eyeliner as well. However, my brows creased into a frown when I saw a beautiful lady dressed in a sultry black dress walk to him and wrap her arm around his.

Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes. Yes, all that was still familiar to her, but the lazily sensual way they were studying her, the subtle but very male massage she could read in them as Ran’s gaze flicked over her T-shirt-covered breasts and her slim waist in the plain blue jeans...that was most certainly not familiar to her, at least not from Ran. And it was only then, when she countered that look with an instinctive and automatically female one of cool reproval, that Sylvie realized that one of them had closed th

I got to the airport and saw Sylvie standing at the entrance. She was lithe and had a windbreaker draped over her. She also wore a pair of sunglasses and looked like a mature, sophisticated woman. She had a different air from her sister. Her sister was the willful girlfriend, while Sylvie was the gentle, mature, and elegant lady. I stood in my place in silence and waited until she noticed me. She came up to me and, in mock anger, chided, "You didn't call out to me even when you already saw me?"

Either way, he was a dead man walking. Bianca was much better after a couple of days. Her Masters took turns to spend time with her and Sylvie stayed on till she was back on her feet. Strangely enough, Bianca took a liking to the older woman, who wore daringly short clothes and leather boots, with dangling earrings and hair coloured wild and clashing. Bianca could not help but dimple as she saw the adoring way in which Barry looked at her. Over coffee one afternoon, as Bianca sat curled on the couch, watching a rom-com with Sylvie, the biker’s woman said,