Vanessa The Little Mermaid Cosplay Novels & Stories

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

Ialsabella’s POV "Yes, my Luna, it is I," Vanessa taunted as a smug smile danced on her lips. Her glance had changed starkly from the naive, at the mercy look from the banquet, and now she looked down on me with malice in her eyes. Her hair was no longer that beautiful chestnut color, but for now, it had been mysteriously altered into an audacious shade of red. Damn! Was Vanessa really a witch?! The red wine! She had to have laced the red wine with poison earlier.

she insisted, her tone authoritative. I felt my frustration boil over. "That’s never going to happen," I snapped, hanging up the phone and shoving it back into my pocket. I turned my full attention back to the centre of the room, where the crowd had gathered. My eyes locked on a large glass tank, and that’s when I saw it. Someone was dressed like a mermaid, swimming in the water. I took a closer look. It was Zelda, in a mermaid costume—her bra and fishtail shimmering as she danced and twisted in the water. Her hair was adorned with a rose, and she moved gracefully, mesmerizing everyone around her.

he might even hate me. With a sigh, she chose something more “innocent”: a simple white shirt and short denim shorts. Young. Fresh. Cute. Disguised as casual. No one would see any bad intentions there — except her. Sitting in front of the dressing table, she applied layers of mascara, delicate lipstick, and finally smiled at her own reflection. “Perfect,” she murmured, satisfied, letting her hair fall in loose waves over her shoulders. Across the room, Vanessa looked up from the television. “Vivi, are you going out?”

"Well, well. Look who it is. Little Lisa is playing dress-up again." Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the loud hallway noise like a knife. She leaned against the locker right next to mine. She had her two best friends, Chloe and Madison, standing right behind her like bodyguards. Her lips formed a fake, sweet smile, but her blue eyes remained completely cold. Today she wore a clean white shirt tucked into a plaid skirt that fit her shape perfectly. She wore long socks that came up to her knees and fancy shoes that probably cost more than all the clothes I owned put together. I closed my locker door very slowly. I pressed my heavy books tight against my chest. "What do you want, Vanessa?"

I couldn’t help but giggle at Aunt Marie’s words earning myself a growl from Vanessa, I could have sworn that her clothes were getting tighter and shorter as the days went by. I however had already found my dress; it was a strapless dark purple ball gown with matching elbow length gloves and eye mask. I had scars that ran up both my arms from when I had my blackouts, those days were happening more often than not and so far, nobody had noticed them. That was how I planned on keeping it. When Vanessa finally came out of the changing room, I had to admit she looked good. Her dress looked similar to Cinderella’s. It was a royal blue that hung off the shoulders with a matching choker and mask, th

Few days later, Vanessa came out of the room all dressed up. She was wearing a plain blue gown with ribbon on the shoulder. Her shoes were low level in black and she hanged her black bag on her am. She packed her hair in to a ponytail and her lips were painted in nude.

Vanessa followed and her blue denim fluttered down too. Today’s swimsuit was much less outré than the orange slitted one Vanessa had worn at the pool bar. This one was high-waisted and fitted her like a glove without being too showy. She had tiny little vine hairclips in too. Her outfit had a Grecian Goddess look to it. The sprays of water made her skin shine even more. The droplets on her neck caught my eye; I wanted to lick them off. The shimmer on her body made her look regal and worthy of worship.