Bastet Pj Masks Novels & Stories

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.

The pack view always give me some kind of relief as his pack was rated the best in their Kingdom. Tristan, his most loyal guard and also his right hand joined him on the rooftop and stood beside him. " Don't let the thought of your mate bother you your highness, I'm sure you will meet her when the moon goddess want" Tristan said "I'm not worried about when to meet her but I'm more worried about who she will be. Is she going to be a princess? Or she is gonna be a beta? Will she like me with this mask or will she reject me? I fear rejection more than anything as I don't wanna die as a lonely alpha. Mum said she will be the one to remove this mask, what if she is a witch? Or a vampire? How woul

Justin warned while squinting his eyes at his mate. "Okay, so she is going to be around all the people present in the room but her face will be hidden behind the mask?" Patricia asked while checking out the mask in her hand. It was red in colour and is going to hide both of her eyes and the right side of her face, the other half was bare for everyone to see but they won't be able to recognise her if she wears it. On the other hand, Athena's mask was really beautiful. It's going to cover her full face with a lot of artistic patterns drawn in the red mask with a golden border, matching her dress perfectly.

The character was feminine, but not very well represented in that boy's mask, bulging eyes, grotesquely curved eyebrows, large red lips open in a smile with too many sharp teeth, long and pointed nose, rosy cheeks with prominent cheekbones, all in one evil grimace. The third boy: Brighella. The jester of the Zanni's deceptions and intrigues. Masks with oblique olive eyes, almost tanned brown skin, red cheeks, comically elongated and deformed nose, dramatic defined eyebrows, abundant French-cut mustache, lips closed in a wolfish and twisted smile. Last but not least chilling: Polichinella. The ruffian, philosophical and pimp whose mask has a normal hooked nose, eyes with wrinkled eyelids, a c

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?”

Amethyst hushed me down. Jacob smirked at me. He really liked it when the girls listened to his story. Our story. “When I grow up, I will be like Phoenix.” Amethyst beamed. Jacob’s smirk faded. “Sweetheart, you knew this story too. Why don’t you narrate it for us this time?” Jacob stood up and handed my mask to me. I shivered when I felt the fabric in my hands. I looked at my girls and wore the mask again after years of hiding it in our closet.

“You make me a lot of money, girl. And I hate that you’re leaving. But I can’t stand in the way of your dreams.” I felt warmth fill my chest. “Thank you… really.” “You’re welcome.” She patted my cheek. “Now go. Let’s make this last night your best.” When she left, I turned toward the mirror. My brown contacts covered my real blue eyes, and the silver mask glittered under the bulbs. The purple fringe bra and panties left almost nothing to the imagination—perfect for Jade Firefly, but not for Akayda Jordan. I took a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with.”

She says looking at the masks and picking a few up. She’s so sweet, I wonder where she gets her charm from? “Ooo what about these?” she picks up couples masks and I can’t help but giggle at the thought ‘couple’ is that what Troy and I are? “They are pretty cute and will match my dress perfectly.” The ‘women’s’ one is a black lace mask with purple glitter etched around the eyes and what kind of looks like crescent moons, and the ‘males’ one is a simple design, black with the same purple glitter around the eyes and crescent moons. Perfect.

(A bauta mask covers the full face, it got square-ish jaw, large chin and no mouth) "What's wrong with my mask?" I asked. It looks cool. "You don't get the point Mr.Choi. In every masquerade party, a bauta mask is a no-no for handsome guys like us. You look like an ogre!" He even crossed his arms. "What about your mask? You are only wearing a half-mask. People can recognize you easily." "Of course! They must see my face. It could be a shame if I don't share my pretty face to everyone," he boasted. Sometimes, I really want to punch him hard.

The colors complement the dress, and I smile when I hear Jo knocking on the door before she opens it. “Wow, you look sexy as fuck,” she says, and I smile. “Why don’t we wear wigs tonight?” she asks as she passes me a black one and puts on a bright pink one. I laugh and put it on. I look at my image in the mirror, and I don’t even recognize myself. It’s been years since I had my hair a different color than platinum. “Where are we getting the masks?” she asks, and I tell her that they will have some there that we can use. She is so excited that she opens a bottle of wine before our Uber arrives to take us to the most exclusive and sinner party in New York City.