Hilary Beyblade Novels & Stories

Probably wasn't a no. Burney put his hand on my shoulder, as if reading my thoughts. "Time to cover up," Stan said, handing Burney a strip of cloth and a clean pillow case. He took it, shooting me an apologetic look before stepping behind me. "Ready?" I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, searching one last time for Lillith's face before landing on Aaron's. His blue eyes met mine, piercing me, holding me steady as Burney lowered the red blindfold and knotted it, blanketing my world in darkness.

she tells me. I've noticed... "You don't say." I send AJ a wink from the corner of my eye. AJ plays with the gold necklace around her neck, smiling sweetly up at me. "Didn't know you could be such a flirt," she says quietly and innocently, failing to hide the laughter in her voice. Bell snorts in response, "Benley is the second biggest flirt I know, first being a chubby teen that I know." Yeah, Bell gets me. It makes sense that she does, I did flirt with her entire cheerleading team once upon a time...

They sparkled with diamonds, their sharp tips stopping just inches from my feet. I looked up and saw Hilary standing before me, draped in an expensive coat and immaculately styled. Her arms were crossed, and her expression was smug and triumphant, as if she’d already won a battle I didn’t even know I was fighting. “Poor thing,” she said mockingly, a victorious smile curling her lips. “You really do look pathetic.”

"So, Xandria? What's the event for today?" "Floor. I hears you guys were getting better," I say, smiling. "And that you guys liked it more than bars or beam." "When you were out, Maria made us do some beam exercises. They were painful," Harley growled. "My feet ached for a while but Maria did them like they were no problem." "It's her natural talent," I say. "Just like mine is floor and vault." "Mine has to be vault as well," Christian says, smiling brightly. "I've gotten so much better!"

she whispered breathlessly, her confidence completely shattering, “You... you are getting ideas. Stay back.” But Bradley didn't stop, moved directly into her personal space, his chest almost brushing hers as he towered over her, his smirk growing wider, “Don't play innocent with me, Hilary. You were the one who was fierce that night. You enjoyed every single bit of it, and we both know it.”

he continues, “..the most severe damage didn’t occur near the bleachers. Or the ice. It occurred where she was standing.” My stomach twists. “That could be coincidence,” Lily snaps. “Hmmm. Could be,” the principal allows. “But coincidences are a luxury we rarely get.” Coach clears his throat. “There’s another angle here.” All eyes immediately turn to him. “Hillia Academy,” he says. “This kind of attack—this level of power—it’s their signature. Or close enough to pass as one.” Lily nods sharply. “Exactly. Someone wanted it to look like Hillia.”

"Oh my God what the fuck is that? Oh my ..Hellllllllppppppp! Hellllllllllllp me anybodyyyyyyyyyy! " She kicked the beast back in the stomach, and when it was trying to blink it's eyes quickly because of the light yellow light coming to their direction,Hayley siezed the opportunity to try and run away..

It sent her flying far away outward thus, the blade missed its target. Hilda, who was still oblivious of what was happening, turned around and saw the athletic Rex lunging at a person. She was an unattractive girl, and she had already rolled over and got up after being pressed down on the floor by Rex in just a few seconds. A ray of icy light flashed through her hand and the next moment, a small inch long blade appeared from out of no where in her hand. The blade then extended to a few inches long in silence within seconds. It shone with a layer of dark tint on its surface as it stabbed directly into Rex's heart quickly!

Bentley “Do I have to wear heels like the girl in the video?” Hillary asks, standing in front of me in a robe and messy hair. “No, not necessarily. Only if you want to,” I say. “Okay fine, no heels,” Hillary says, looking stressed. “You are not climbing a mountain, baby, it’s just dancing,” I tell her. “Whatever, close your eyes,” she tells me. “Why?” “Because I need to feel comfortable first,” she says.