Bakugan Battle Brawlers Masquerade นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Barbara paused at the threshold to the ballroom, her breath fogging the air before her, her mind asking her for the millionth time over if she could do this. This final task that was finally going to set her free. She adjusted the plain satin mask she had on her face. Her piece for the night was white, unadorned... a mere ghost among the colorful peacocks littered across the room in their creative, probably ridiculously expensive face blockers and even more expensive clothing ensembles. It was a masquerade ball, remember? The theme was one Barbie couldn’t be more grateful for. To suit the task of the night, Barbie had decided that her disguise would be plain-Jane Barbie. Her gown was a dull

The pack view always give me some kind of relief as his pack was rated the best in their Kingdom. Tristan, his most loyal guard and also his right hand joined him on the rooftop and stood beside him. " Don't let the thought of your mate bother you your highness, I'm sure you will meet her when the moon goddess want" Tristan said "I'm not worried about when to meet her but I'm more worried about who she will be. Is she going to be a princess? Or she is gonna be a beta? Will she like me with this mask or will she reject me? I fear rejection more than anything as I don't wanna die as a lonely alpha. Mum said she will be the one to remove this mask, what if she is a witch? Or a vampire? How woul

Just a black text box. [NEW MESSAGE]: AUTHOR_ADMIN Congratulations!!! You're coloring outside the lines again, Rina. The Masquerade was supposed to end with your humiliation, not a standing ovation. Nice job! But do you think the Midnight Rose makes you a Queen? It makes you a target. WARNING: The manuscript has been seized by the publisher and it's self-correcting. If you don't return to the 'Villainess' path by the next lunar cycle, he will initiate a hard-reset.

“And don’t answer to anyone calling you away from the main room. If someone does, come find me immediately. Do you understand?” “Yes,” Emilia said slowly. “But—what’s going on, Mara? What’s this party really about?” Mara didn’t answer at first. Her gaze shifted, scanning the hallway. When she finally looked back, there was something tight in her jaw. “There are things you’re better off not knowing, Emilia. For now, just keep your head down.” With that, she handed Emilia a small box wrapped in black silk. “Your mask.” Inside was a sleek black mask, simple but elegant, with delicate satin ribbons and tiny silver stitching along the edge. Not as ornate as the others she'd seen guests preparing,

A daring slit shows all the way up to my hip, The gown is strapless, designed to hug my figure snugly and enhance my natural curves. My face has a matching silver mask, equally radiant in its shimmering glory. It's designed, with delicate patterns etched into the metallic surface. Tiny silver and transparent beads are scattered across the mask, glinting like stars against the velvet night. A few feathers are elegantly arranged along the edges, adding a beautiful touch to the ensemble. Michal then continues “Babe, I wanted to talk to you before we head to the ball. Just a few rules for your safety is all.”

A growl clawed its way up my throat. "Morning, Silvan," he said, tossing the damn picture at my feet. I didn’t need to look. I’d already seen it. His smirk widened. "Didn’t realize Marcie liked it rough. You should thank me. She looked really satisfied. Right honey?” I saw blood. The betrayal and traitor slipped past their backs like a sneaky bitch she is, a smile hung on her face as she purred in Tobias hands. My claws were already slipping through my skin, my wolf clawed it way up, almost breaking through the surface. "You goddamn bitch" I growled. "I’m going to break your jaw…"

I muttered, leaning closer so he could hear me over the buzz of the crowd, “Reagan doesn’t even know the names of half these people.” He smirked, his gaze sweeping the room. “Everyone’s wearing a mask.” “It’s a masquerade party, I think.” I spotted a nearby table stacked with ornate masks, clearly intended for anyone who needed one. I grabbed two and turned to Blaze, holding one out to him. “Here. Let’s blend in.” I slipped my mask on—a delicate, silver piece adorned with tiny crystals—and gestured for Blaze to do the same. He took his time, studying his black and gold mask like it was some kind of alien artifact before finally putting it on.

When I’m done braiding my hair, my arms are sore, but the long blonde wig slips on effortlessly. I give myself a small as I look in the mirror, this was my alter ego, and I called her Dekara, a name I made up as I played around with my middle name, Adelaide. After spraying myself with anti-scent spray, I finished my look by winding my powers up so tightly inside myself one would think I was merely human, sliding my silver masquerade-style mask on and securing my dagger to my thigh. My mask covered only the top half of my face with intricate swirls that led to the shape of a lotus on my forehead, enough to hide any telltale features. Satisfied, I portal myself outside the castle grounds.

My mother has been working in Casanova for a long time, and if they can ensure her safety, then they can surely ensure mine too. "Alright.. I'll do it." My grip on Mama V's hand turned firm. "Just tell me what I have to do." Mama V gave me a small, sad nod. "You have your mother's spirit. We start tomorrow. Welcome to the family, Aurelia." =====☆☆☆☆☆===== It feels like a nightmare, but as I looked at myself in the mirror, the reflection that stares back at me said otherwise. The white masquerade mask covered half of my face, the white bodice sparkling from the embedded crystals, and the short flowy white mini skirt told me that I look like a dream.

CHAPTER ELEVEN “Amara, you forgot about this.” Amethyst handed me a mask. The mask would only cover half of the wearer’s face, including the forehead and the area surrounding the eyes. It was a masquerade mask. It was shaped like those butterfly wings. It was crafted from silver, with crystal beads designed at its corners and a black sun with four rays at the upper center. It has a lace at both ends. “Who owns it?” Amethyst asked curiously.