Bastet Pj Masks Novels & Stories

The redhead thought she had entitlement, the right to demand things and threaten various people at will, including Bethany. "Not tonight." Bethany pulled up to the club and got out, walking into the loud sound of Pitbull's “Time of our Lives” screaming from the speakers. Ben waved his hands wildly at her, a large table over in the far corner theirs. She walked toward them, cursing herself for forgetting a mask. The theme that night was half-mast and the mask was only allowed to cover your eyes. Bethany laughed at the large clown mask that Ben pulled from his face, a large smile on his mouth. "Hey, girl. Where is your mask?"

Halloween week at Fantasy Island meant themed costumes, and Madam Fantasy had been clear: go big or go home. I adjusted my mask in the mirror. Black and silver, covering the top half of my face, with small silver chains that dangled near my temples. The mask was my safety. My shield. Without it, I was just Jane Puckett, broke college student. With it, I was Jailbird, whoever the hell I wanted to be. The dressing room smelled like hairspray and body glitter. Keiko was beside me, dressed as Catwoman, her mask sleek and minimal. Cammie had gone full Harley Quinn, complete with a baseball bat covered in rhinestones.

She turned and walked back to the table. From a bag, she pulled out something wrapped in tissue paper. "Hold this," she said, handing my dad the dress. After he took it, Viv carefully removed the white paper, producing a stunning mask, decorated in glittering beads of lilac, teal, and fuchsia the same shades as several soft-looking feathers that protruded from one side. The beading around the eyes was black. "Mr. Henry said the party theme was a masked ball." She touched a delicate feather. "This mask is from Milan and cost more than most people make in a year."

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.

Bastet doesn't know if what Zhu Wushang said was true or not but seeing that smirk, somehow she really wants to smack that smirk off his face. Bastet then uses her power to materialize a cloth from the cocoon and some torn linen cloth from her mummy wrap. Her new cloth looks like a white bodysuit with a white jacket outline with some black lining. After Bastet had already worn her clothes Zhu Wushang started to ask her a question that the goddess like her who oversaw this region called Egypt should know. “Bastet, I want to ask you something.” “Yes? Great One.” She responded and gave her full attention to Zhu Wushang.