Connor Pj Masks Novels & Stories

) Store Owner: "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your mask, please. After the last incident we had with a Dheus Ehx Machina employee in here, we can't just let people walk around with them anymore." Kimora: (Staring at the tall yet burly man asking her to remove her mask. She calmly mumbles under her breath.) "Distortion.." (Then saying aloud.) "Wait...did that just not work?" (Remembering Her mask restricts her powers she silently cursed to herself. ) Store Owner: "Miss, I have a business to run. I don't have time for your games. If you want to play games please stick to the consoles. Outside of that, I'm going to ask you to remove your mask or please exit the store."

"That's really Connie! Isn't she dead for close to twenty four years? How did she suddenly pop up out of nowhere?" "Haha, Connie? She's just a fake, rushing to pretend to be a filial daughter!" "Look, she even brought her daughter!" Connie was dressed up in black and impassive, as if she was covered in a thick ice that was the length of ten thousand miles. The girl next to her had blond hair and blue eyes. With a thick mask covering her face, she wore a black bowler hat with a draping black veil that covered her face. However, her pair of blue eyes were not the only thing visible under the translucent veil. Even her chapped complexion that spread across half of her face could also be seen.

On the other hand, before Luna could even take off her cloak, Konrad immediately made her wear a silver mask that looked the same as his. "Is the mask uncomfortable? I made sure it would be to your liking but you might have found something you don't like," Konrad said to her in a considerate manner—although his voice was now monotonous because of the mask that his research group made with an attached voice changer—as he carefully caressed the mask on Luna's face. The woman just smiled inside the mask but it wasn't seen as only their eyes were the only part that were free from it. "This is fine. You don't have to worry. Let's enter your kingdom, shall we?" Luna said in an assuring tone before

I am at the side, watching how everyone moves under my black half mask. Mr. Chwe is talking to someone from my right side, looks like he's enjoying everything around. He didn't know that I was only using this opportunity to catch a bigger fish than to have his investment. At the first place, I know something bad might happened and my reputation might be at stake. That's why I didn't tell the real mission to Seungcheol and Jeonghan. They only thought I am only after that white tiger mask. If I told them about my real plan, they won't agree with it. Two guys caught my attention: one who is wearing a Tricorno Tarrochi mask and Bolto Macrama Maschille Gold. They are looking at Mr. Peter Schavosk

He wore a fake leather mask; although he did not like Connor, he could not show it on his face. He still had to maintain appearances, so he respectfully put on a smile: "Connor, how have you been lately?" "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wolley. I have been quite well recently," Connor replied with an air of authority. He could tell that the man before him seemed respectful but was actually full of schemes inside.

He wondered. Connor did not waste time in landing brutal punches on the masked man. He was so furious that he felt like tearing the evil man apart even though he had not hurt his mate. The image of the masked man doing something as terrible as inflicting any kind of injury on Carolina kept flashing in his mind. He got angrier as he hit the man over and over again. Carolina was relieved to see Connor and Hardulph, she was glad to see that Mirabel will be taken care of and the masked man is dealt with so that he would not hurt any other person.

Connor gently grasped Don’s hand. “Alright, I’ll go check his dinner.” She left the room, leaving the two of them alone. Connor pulled a chair closer and sat down beside him. His eyes sparkled with a mysterious glint as he kept his gaze on him. He reached out to gently stroke his head before finally removing his mask. Gasping for air, Don Vitalino was met with a scornful smirk from Connor.

Full on pounding like they were trying to wake the whole floor. I groaned, rolled over, stumbled to the door in my underwear. Peered through the peephole. Connor. Fuck. Connor was our ace pitcher. 6 '4 " easy, shoulders that looked like they could bench a truck, arms thick from years of throwing heat. Legs like tree trunks, chest that filled out every team shirt until the fabric looked painted on. The dude lived in the weight room. Protein shakes for breakfast, lunch, dinner. Everyone called him Captain Protein behind his back, but to his face it was just Connor or Connie. He was the guy who carried the vibe on the team, always laughing loudest, always ready with a dumb one liner. Right now

Selena exclaimed in the and leaned back on the couch in frustration. On the other hand, Diana was done bandaging Connor. He thanked her with a sweet smile and she just nodded at him with a soft smile. "Ok, here's the sketch." Colton said and passed a file with a sketch to him. Everyone looked at Connor to see if he could recognise the man or not. Connor looked at the sketch with widened eyes. "Oh, God! It's the same man! He was wearing this same cap and mask to hide his face! It's the same man!" Connor confirmed in shock.

He was a poker face as he controlled himself not to wheeze. “Thank you, sir, nice wig and costume. Are you roleplaying Kaneki Ken? Or the vampire Zero? Those contact lenses of yours were really cool. Did you buy them from Lenscon? That was a professional contact lese designer, that’s where we buy ours!” the one in green and from head to toe asked him. He just nodded and smiled awkwardly. They really thought that he was just cosplaying. “By the way, speaking of Lenscon, do you−“