Vanessa The Little Mermaid Cosplay Novels & Stories

She wore a striking maroon jumpsuit and gleaming high heels. Vanessa Blake. Arrogant. Beautiful. And fully aware of the power of her presence. Her face was exactly as it appeared on television screens and countless advertisements. In truth, Althea had to admit—Vanessa looked like a goddess who descended to Earth. Unfortunately... her smile and manners were said otherwise. Especially when directed at Althea. “Oh?” Vanessa turned, her gaze sweeping over Althea from head to toe. Her smirk tilted upward with disdain. “So, you do know how to dress up, after all.”

He said as he looked into her eyes. Their eyes lingered for a moment to long before Vanessa finally blinked. "Let me go dress up." She stated. "I had the maid prepare an outfit for you. It's on your bed." He said as he received another call. Vanessa smiled hurrying towards her room. Once the door was shut, she saw the package on the bed. Her heart warmed as she advanced towards her bed. Then she opened the package before smiling at herself. It was a very stunning red dress and silver stilettos.

"There are no guards in here to play witness to your tragic tragedy." Slowly, I rolled over and opened my eyes. Vanessa stood over me, looking absolutely radiant in a custom-tailored, emerald-green gown that marked her new status as the future Luna. Her bright red hair was pinned up in an intricate style, and a sparkling diamond collar clasped her neck. She looked like a queen. I looked like a corpse. "What do you want, Vanessa?" My voice came out as a raspy, quiet whisper, my vocal cords still raw from the screaming of the rejection ceremony.

seemingly, Vanessa's eyes were full of envy. the whole afternoon she was picking out clothes. Vanessa just asked her what she didn't like. after the tops were done, another eight carts of dresses and skirts were brought in. after that, it was panting carts and shoes carts. after going through all this, Elsa had been able to remain calm, at least superficially, when she saw a row of Hermes for her to choose from . of course, only she knew that her heart was raging like a storm.

“Sorry, we got around as quickly as we could. It was a long night last night.” “No, darling! I mean, it has always been my dream for Owen to find his mate.” She let out a laugh. Vanessa was beautiful. She was slim, and her brown hair cascaded down her back. Her amber eyes glowed like Owen’s. There were five dresses on a rack. Vanessa explained I would try each on; then, she will pack the one that was perfect up so I could wear it tonight. I stared at the dresses in amazement. They were all beautiful.

Their own little version of the MET Gala “Hold still,” Vanessa ordered, carefully applying the final touches to Lydia’s make up. “I’m trying to make you look like you naturally woke up with cheekbones that could cut glasses.” Lydia laughed nervously. “Is that even possible?” “With my YouTube skills? Absolutely.” Vanessa said. She stepped back, studied Lydia’s face with a serious look, then nodded. “Perfect. You look like a goddess who decided to slum it with us for the night.” They finally got dressed and when Lydia looked in the mirror, she barely recognized the girl staring back. The midnight blue dress hugged her in all the right places, and the fabric shimmered gently every time she move

I knew she wouldn't be late—it was just ten minutes to nine. "Worse than makeup and costume, actually. It's laughable how you resist what the Goddess intends. That makes you much worse than a clown," Hunter countered. Minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity, while I anxiously tapped my fingers on the desk. Finally, a figure appeared in the distance, and my heart surged with excitement—it was her, my little fox. Vanessa entered the office dressed in a sleek, professional outfit with a touch of pink, accentuating her beauty and adding allure to her demeanor. As she moved into the room, her presence commanded attention, drawing gazes from those around her.

Vanessa's POV "Does the dress look okay?" I motioned to the dress I was wearing in front of Maria, who checked with the designer directly repeatedly as I pointed to the cream-colored, mermaid-shaped dress that wrapped tightly around my body. Maria came closer to me. She stood right behind my shoulder while watching my appearance reflected in the mirror right in front of me. She looked at my appearance very intensely. I saw the look on her face in the reflection of the mirror, saw how she looked thoughtfully at the parts that didn't fit, and how her lips seemed to curl. "What's missing, Vanessa?" she looked at me in confusion. "You look beautiful. So beautiful, I've never seen anyone more bea

I laughed softly to hide my rosy cheeks; I don’t want Adam to notice that I had never been in a place like this. “Yeah, I had been picking these dresses for you since Master Levi told me about your presence! I can’t believe he hid you all this time, how can a perfect lady like you be kept from the world?” He chuckled; Adam then made his way toward the dresses. “I think it will be nice on you!” He picked a maroon dress from the hangers. It was a mermaid dress; the waist was small and under the knees as blooming as the ocean, no shoulder straps on the top and it was maroon with a little bit of twinkling beads.

The past few days had been nothing but stress—between work, Vanessa, and the thoughts I wasn’t ready to name yet, this was the first damn moment I felt like I could actually breathe. Vanessa surfaced nearby, blinking water from her lashes, her lips twitching up in a soft smile. "Not bad, huh?" I said, treading water. She hummed in agreement, tilting her head back. The sunlight caught on her skin, little beads of water sliding down her neck, and I had to look away before I did something stupid. Then, without warning, she dipped under again. I grinned, waiting for her to pop back up. She’s playing around. Probably getting a feel for the current before shifting into her mermaid form. I’d seen h