Bakugan Masquerade Novels & Stories

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

Her squad started to set up while Timothy was bounded on the trunk of a tree. "Alec, can you distribute the content of the bag?" Khloe directed, earning clueless looks from us. Alec frowned as he peaked inside the garbage bag before he took out a black fabric. One by one, he tossed them to us which likely a robe or something before he revealed a creepy rabbit mask. "I heard you love rabbits," Khloe said, smirking at Tiana. "As a symbol of your revenge, we're going to wear those masks." Allison chuckled while Tiana's eyes glowed in excitement.

Imogene Scott The dress I picked for the masquerade is pink, with spaghetti straps and a skirt that stops at mid-thigh, showing off my legs. My wig is long, wavy and pink as well. I seriously adore how the colors go together for me. I’m pretty sure no one will be able to recognize me with the pearlescent white mask I’m wearing. It has tiny feathers and cubic zirconia around the edges. As I stand by the champagne tower—which is just a statue of a champagne cup with water overflowing out of it like a fountain, I take a quick picture of it. The lights on the sandy beach are dimmed for ambiance—or maybe they’re trying to conserve electricity. Who the hell knows?

The tailor has listened to our exchange, and he disappears for a few moments before returning with everything Zayden described. ‘I hear it’s a masquerade ball?’ he smiles. ‘It is indeed. Do you have masks?’ I ask him. ‘Yes, I have masks,’ he says as he retrieves a bundle for us to look through. I choose a black mask that covers all of my forehead and my nose. It covers enough of my face that no one will be able to recognize me. Zayden comes out of another room to show us his outfit. He looks amazing. ‘Alright. We will take those, and he will need boots,’ I say, looking at his bare feet.

Sa likod ng suot kong magarang damit ay nakatago ang marungis kong kinasanayang kasuotan na simpleng tshirt lang at lumang pantalon. At maliban kay Abbi ay wala ng ibang nakakaalam na sa likod ng maamo kong mukha ay naka kubli ang babaeng hindi alam kung ano ang tamang uri ng kubyertos ang gagamitin sa ganitong klase ng handaan, babaeng mukhang hindi maka basag pinggan dahil sa pinong kilos at galaw pero kayang bumasag ng panga ng mga sigang tambay. Ngayong gabi, suot ko ang makapal kong maskara na binubuo kasinungalingan.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

I hung up and started pacing, barefoot across the floor, my pulse hammering in my ears, my mind wouldn’t shut up. Cassian is a thorn buried deep in my flesh. So what if I’m not Aria? Will he try to kill me to bring her back? To keep manipulating her like a puppet? My phone buzzed. A text from Cassian. ‘The test is Monday. You imposter.’ The word burned my eyes. Imposter. Like he’d branded me. My fingers clenched around the phone until my knuckles turned white. Monday. That gave me two days to control the narrative, two days before the mask cracks.

Haruto's attention drifted toward the clothing bench where Kaito had thrown a few accessories and his gaze zeroed on a white mask. He walked over and picked it up. “Is this for something?” He was glad he sighted the mask. He had been wondering how he'd bring up the topic of the party without Aito getting suspicious. He didn't want Aito knowing he had planted a bug on him. Aito nodded. “My brothers are hosting a masquerade party. They’re celebrating a huge contract they signed, so Kaito brought me here to find something to wear.” Haruto turned the mask over in his hand, already imagining how angelic Aito would look in it. “When?”