Bakugan Masquerade Bakugan Novels & Stories

But Cassiopeia had already begun speaking to Alessandro in his native tongue, and the pair were quickly absorbed in their conversation. Geez, lady, this is not a good time to ignore me! It was no use waiting for them to finish. They seemed like they were going to be talking for a while. Feeling annoyed—and somewhat anxious—I had no choice but to leave them. My mind was spinning. Lord Masquerade? Magical? It was easier for me to believe the little girl's dress could glow. Sure, Masquerade was generous and compassionate, but who needs to be magical to have those virtues? Of course, that would explain why he felt different from everyone else.

Was that why they were giving away a set of outfits and accessories worth over ten million for free? This bold move successfully stirred up the audience. Heated discussions and cheers erupted, and someone stood up, clapping and shouting, "Light Moon Designs is truly remarkable! I'll always support Light Moon Designs!" Soon, everyone stood up, applauding wildly and enthusiastically. The applause that took place during the fashion show seemed to pale in comparison. Allure Designs had its own powerful counterfeiting factory. They only needed to know the latest trends from Light Moon Designs, especially the styles of new products, to manufacture fake accessories before the launch.

What hell am I supposed to do now? He smiled, leaning against the wall. "Maybe the goddess likes you better this way." "Don't play games with me, Liam. Not today." He flung both arms out in front of him. "Okay, okay. Okay. Relax. Let me think." He paced back and forth across his messy cabin, muttering to himself. "We need something quick… straightforward. Maybe—" "Maybe what?" I prompted. "Maybe we cloak you." "Disguise?" I asked.

"Just briefly. And I need to find a mask to hide the bruise on my face." In the dressing room, she selected a more elaborate mask than before, one that would better conceal her bruise while still leaving her mouth and jawline exposed. The emerald and gold creation fastened securely, covering from her hairline to the middle of her cheekbones. It wouldn't hide everything, but combined with the dim lighting, it might be enough to avoid immediate questions.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Akshara got on her feet placed the cage near her bed and marched with much frustration to the crystal room with a reply to Ruko, "My destiny beholds nothing but a tragedy." Akshara passed Ruko with a frowning face while Ruko grabbed the hands of Akshara and mentioned, “Don’t forget to wear a mask…” Akshara asked through her tightly sealed teeth, “What’s that for?” Ruko has worn a smile on her face and replied, “It’s a masquerade party” ******

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.

As the ding resounds again, I’m just in time to see his broad back disappear to the right. “I’m so sorry. I’m really looking forward to my new bag.” Elisabetta remains standing another second awkwardly, before she scurries after her brother. Yeah. Awesome, indeed. *** The moment I arrive home, I have a very bad feeling. Nina and I swore to keep today’s event secret, but it weighs heavy in my stomach. It is paired with my sense of guilt at the upcoming party. Which gets even intensified by the fact that I’m carrying around a lilac mask with golden embellishments and feathers in a bag freshly bought from an exclusive boutique. After setting my bags down in my room, I go out to join my family t

Amore said with a smile. "What? Are you going to go on your revenge by pretending? Amore, you might be cursed again when he finds out. You know he's a cunning man, don't you?" He replied full of concern. "Ah, I'll take care of it. I can pretend as long as I have a different face. I can't take off my mask, because he will suspect me!"