Cameron Pj Masks Novels & Stories

“It was worth every euro sent. I don’t think we have ever bought a more invigorating hour. Before I book the two of you again, I have one last request.” “And what is that?” Darren asked, his eyes on the screen but his mouth grazing against my neck, right over my mark. I smiled at not feeling any trace of the bond from the touch. I know Cameron felt this, but I didn’t feel him at all anymore. It was so freeing. “The mask,” Mr. Smith grinned. “Remove it and I will double the pay.” Darren chuckled, his bulky chest vibrating against my back. “What do you think, my masked lady? Can money get you to take that thing off?”

Cameron throws it into the cart. I look at him, deadpan. “You do know he’s four, right?” “Yes, so why are you dressing him like he’s eighty?” Cam mutters, distracted as he spots a pair of army green skinny jeans. He smiles and holds them up for Owen and Owen’s eyes nearly pop from the sockets. “Yeah, baby.” Cameron smiles as he puts them into the cart. “You could wear these with your black high tops,” Cameron instructs. “Yes!” Owen exclaims excitedly. “With the eyeball sweater?”

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 cannot move his bare fingers. [Hello hot streamer] [Hello, please notice me] [What is your information about Bussage International School?] Sam blinks twice as his hands are typing right now. [Hello, how may I help you?] His introvert side is now kicking in as the CEO is observing him. He is amazed by how the viewers of him are now growing. Cameron sips some coffee on his mug and watching his streamer on an anonymous account. He is typing his message. [Please tell us about yourself.]

Marcus replied and Damien nodded. ****NIGHT**** Cameron smiled as he walked into his house with a bag in his hands. "Good evening mum" he said and kissed Mrs Jamie cheeks. "Evening son, how was your day?" Mrs Jamie asked with a smile on her face. "It was fine mum" Cameron replied and slumped on the chair beside her. "What is in your hand?" Mrs Jamie asked "It's the clothes I bought for tomorrow's interview, I saw a job" Cameron said. "Really? I'm so happy, I hope you get the job" Mrs Jamie said with a happy smile.

And then, the memory of me placing my head on his shoulder and slowly falling asleep in such a disgusting place. I felt happy he didn't wake me up though. "Yes, a mask party. My family does it annually and normally, I either don't go or I leave super early but she said I could stay all night," Cameron grinned like someone who just won the lottery, "We'll have ice cream tomorrow but today, you must try out the dress I got for you." I couldn't say no to Cameron but I could tell her how much I needed food. She ended up making eggs for me, and then I spent most of my morning trying on dress after dress until I got the one that seemed to be made for me specifically.

“ could he be the mask guy “ Cassy asked her self silently she only knew the mask guy as Fredrick she wasn’t aware of his complete name “Alright thank you have a nice day “ Cassy said opening the car door Cassy got inside , dropped her bag inside her room then proceeded to the kitchen to get something she could eat . “ is he the one , why did he not wear a mask ? I just hope what I ran away from isn’t happening again “ Cassy said picking a mug of tea She decided to log into the internet to get her mind off the possibility of fred the CEO being the mask guy “ hi hope you nailed it “a message poop up from her W******p message A smile appear on her face when she saw the sender “ oh jack what wo

"Is it the files for the Wonderland deal? Keep them there, and then go. It's very late." "It is very late, indeed," A familiar voice mused and I instantly looked up to find Cameron standing there, covered in black from head to toe. A black t-shirt, black trousers, black cap and a black mask. So much for not being recognized on the street. But if he even breathed in my direction, I'd be able to pinpoint him. "What are you doing here?" I exclaimed, glee and surprise seeping into my voice. "Oh no, were you waiting for me? You should have had dinner without me."

Cameron Jones in the flesh. Looking like a stud wrapped up nicely in a black turtleneck, long tailored coat, and a sleek black-gold mask. His hair’s tied up in this appealing way, like he’s casting for a modelling job. He's weirdly taller and broader. Well, it makes sense since it's been a few months I'd seen him. Oh crap. That means I owe Evelyn 200 quid. Not like I'm complaining though. What's in front of me is absolutely worth every penny.