Bakugan Paige Novels & Stories

I state the last statement making my heart clench. "She's not sage and we both know that! She may not know her true identity and how much power she possess but you and I are well aware of what's going on" Mum says huffing out breaths. "What now? You can expect Lyra to be okay especially with the fact that you purchased her, it's even more insulting--" "Sage I had no choice it was the only way to get her away from that god forsaken monster." She spat defensively. My brows furrowed, "what?"

It was also just too weird. Naraja:”Hm?” While receiving a tug on the corner of his clothing, Naraja looked down and saw another little girl that looked a little younger or older by one year than Sunshine, he couldn’t tell. As Naraja stood and wondered what this little girl wanted, if he remembered what Nai said she said there was a person amongst the group that was deaf/mute. If Naraja could remember correctly her name was… Naraja: “Anima, right?”

Nathan couldn’t even hold his smile, the little girl has such a welcoming aura. “Okay fine” Paige rolled her eyes, “I will only tell you because you are Esperanza’s daddy and not because you are my friend. My name is Paige and I won’t tell you my daddy’s name” “But I told you mine” he pretended to be hurt and had a pout on his face, “you are trying to be a cheat right?” Little Paige burst into laughter, “you are so hilarious” “Paige!!” A familiar voice called behind them and the three of them turned to see Bianca coming at them and she didn’t look happy

" she asked. "I trusted you enough to ride your car with you, now you should trust me," Sin began, walking away. "I trusted you to ride your car with you, so you should do the same," she mimicked. "I heard you," Sin said in a slightly loud voice. She rolled her eyes and began following him. "By the way, what is your name?" Sin asked. "My name is Paige, popularly known as crazy Paige."

It had the name clearly written. PAIGE SMITH... It is Paige's dairy. Why would Henry have it? Paige is the one who raised me and saved me in the orphanage. She was the oldest girl there. She must be twenty when she died from cancer. I was around six to seven, till then she was the one protected me from bad people in that abusive orphanage. But why is it here?

"She'll try to break you. That's what she does. She finds your weak spots and she pushes." "I'm not weak." "I know you're not. But she doesn't play fair." Julian sets his coffee down. "Then we go with her." Paige shakes her head. "She asked for me. Alone." "That's a mistake." Haruto's voice is firm. "You don't walk into a lion's den by yourself." "It's lunch, Haruto. At a hotel. Not a cage fight." "It's a cage fight with tablecloths." I almost laugh. Almost.

Paige withdrew her hand, took a deep breath, "You're not wrong, you belong to Hunter, it's right to follow his orders, but when you just threw the smoke bomb, you almost hurt the old lady, who is also important to Hunter, why haven't you made any progress at all?" She suddenly laughed when she said the next sentence, and asked, "Did the slap I gave you not hurt?" "It doesn't hurt." Paige looked at him, somewhat puzzled, why did he like all black so much, and never show his true face.

Her gaze utterly indifferent. “Of course, I’m your dear little sister…” “AHHH—!” Paige broke down completely, thrashing in panic. Briella casually let go. Paige stumbled back several steps, nearly falling. She stared at Briella with a face full of horror, her expression twisted with confusion. She stammered, as if trying to confirm something. “Brie… Briella?” Before Briella could respond, Paige suddenly burst into manic laughter. “Hahaha! I must be dreaming! Briella’s dead! There’s no way she’s still alive! No way! And even if she were, she was just some dull, invisible nobody—look at you, you’re beautiful, rich and dazzling!”

They are either too small or too big, and I can sense her frustration growing. I lean against the backrest and watch her, trying to hide my amusement. Paige is getting increasingly flustered, and I can tell she is about ready to give up. Suddenly, I have an idea. “Why don’t you try this one?” I hand her a black and white polka dot bikini, feeling a little daring. It’s a little risqué for her to show off so much skin, but I know she can pull it off. Paige looks at the bikini skeptically, then backs up at me. “I don’t know...”

Dressed in matching denim jackets and khaki cargo pants, they looked around twenty, with slightly rough skin from hard work and a no-nonsense style. Avery introduced them to Adelaide, who recognized them at once. "Hi, Paige and Georgina." Paisley greeted them too. These two were adopted by Irene. Paige, found in a laundry basket as a child and nicknamed "Little Basket," later became "Paige." Her original name was Paige Fitzgerald. Georgina, discovered with just an old pocket watch, kept the name Georgina Erlan. "Hello, Adelaide and Paisley," the girls said calmly, showing no nerves despite being in a royal wolf pack.