Calling Pj Masks Novels & Stories

Julian pulled the invitation cards from his car while giving two to Justin and Victoria. "I think we should cover our faces!" Victoria muttered as she grabbed a piece of attention. "Right, Mom and Dad can not see us unless we choose to reveal ourselves to them." Merry continued, staring at her mother and father. "I thought of it!" Julian exclaimed as he pulled the masks from his car. "You got it!" Justin chuckled while taking one of the masks from his hand before wrapping it around his mouth. Haha, yeah, Julian is the backup plan for Merry. Victoria also wears a mask over her face.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

“But I don’t have a mask!” “Not to fret, young Ellie!”. He said as he put his hand in his inner jacket pocket and pulled out two black masks. His was a plain velvet black and mine was a velvet black but with pretty white lace patterned over it. "Here, maybe having this on might actually make you feel more relaxed.” He said as he handed it to me. I put it on carefully so as not to smudge my eye makeup, which took me an hour to do. “Ok, you ready?” He asked as he held out his arm once more.

His touch was the only thing in this world that didn't feel like a lie. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the edge of my mask, right where the ivory met the sensitive skin of my jaw. "Let me take it off," he groaned, his voice thick with a raw, masculine need. "Let me see the fire in your eyes when I touch you like this."

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.