Novel & Cerita Bakugan Masquerade

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.

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?”

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” ******

I just need some hint, and she needs to spill it to me. “You’re clueless about the things around here. Let me give you some advice, go home. You won’t even get a second of her time. She will never talk to someone…inexperienced”, Okay, so Sakaguchi is a ‘she’. Now, the numbers could be lowered. How many ladies were wearing a Japanese traditional mask? One, two, three, four. It’s down to four. One’s wearing a Hannya mask. The two were wearing Oni masks, while the last one was wearing a Kitsune mask.

The third festival was a masquerade filled with wonder and excitement. Everyone’s true identity was hidden under masks and elaborate costumes. I was wearing a modest white mask and Gregory wore a blue mask with a large bent beak that would have made him unrecognizable had it not been for the fact that I had already seen it before the party. Everyone was anonymous under their mask and I spent a long time trying to decipher the identity of the guests.

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

Mask Princess's grin broadened, “I am the abandoned Princess of the King. I am the baby who survived the fiery blaze of their home. I am the only Mask Princess.” The masked figures exchanged more whispers, and the leader cleared his throat. “If you are indeed a Princess, you might be our enemy,” he said hesitantly. Mask Princess's grin turned into a sneer, “I am an enemy to all, whether you are a King or a rebel like yourselves.” The room erupted in a frenzy of shouts. “A rebel? This girl’s insane!” “Let's kill her!” “Let's get out of here!” “Does she really think we'll believe her?”

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.