Connor Pj Masks Novels & Stories

He placed it over the vase. "Do you have a condom?" she asked. "Hmm, I do." She quickly undressed, and they started kissing. Connor and Johanna were kissing and touching each other. The couple got it on; they were very passionate, and it was a quick one. Johanna wanted more, but Connor needed to leave before anyone saw him. She sighed while watching him dress up. He went to the bathroom and fixed his mask. "So short," Johanna said. He approached her and cupped her face.

I looked at Connor, but the poker mask never slipped. “We could have done this on the phone,” Miranda added. “What, and miss the opportunity to visit with my family?” Connor smiled ironically. “I see them so seldom.” “By choice.” “By necessity. Otherwise I might kill them. Mother, Dad,” Connor said as he brushed past Miranda, leaving me, Johnny, and Javier with the ice queen. She looked at me with about as much interest as she might inspect a pile of dirt. “Ms. Ross.” Be like Sebastian – be like Sebastian –

Now they just had to wait to hear from Dennis. _____________ Jon glanced at his phone as he received the confirmation text from Linnette saying she would meet him at the park. He looked through the other available prosthetic masks and decided to go with one that would make him look like he was in his late forties or early fifties. He had one that made him look like a woman, but he was saving that one for when he had to go deep undercover.

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."

They knew that it was a tray of cookie because of the scent that permeated the air in that moment. "Please tell me that this is some chocolate cookies," Annah smiled. "Of course, they are." Martha smiled. "Hey man, what is in your eye?" Russo asked. Connor looked away from him because he didn't want the older man to know that he was crying. He had always kept up the persona of being a hard man but this time around, he was anything but strong. "Nothing," Connor said. He grabbed his glasses from the table, putting it on even though he knew that it would do nothing to shield him.

That was the reason I was panicking. A man entered the room. I gulped hard in nervousness. That man was wearing a pair of PJs. That did nothing to hide his shamelessly erect crotch. He was not wearing any shirt. His rock hard chest and perfectly toned eight pack abs. But he had a mask on his face. Keeping his identity from me. That mask was covering his eyes and nose. The rest of his face was not covered.

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."

Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection. Everything halted. The pain vanished, his eyes turned dark hazel. He rose to his feet, striking a hand over his face to clean his forehead. He sneered at the image before scribbling words on the mirror again. He pulled his dark hoodie on, wearing a silk glove. It was time to get dirty. *** Christiana sat curled on the couch, a bottle of wine on the table and a half-empty glass on her hand. Her mind raced towards multiple things all with the same face. His hazel eyes staring straight at her. Although one moment stood out, her break up with her ex.

After that, the five of them unhappily moved to the rest area. Alvin, Jason, and Cassandra sat together as they sipped their wine. Meanwhile, Sebastian sat with Rosalie on the other end. Cassandra was scrolling through her phone when she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Oh, right Mr. Janssen. Your family business has to do with cosmetics right?" "Have you heard of this viral face mask? The Artic Snow Mask?" she asked. "I heard that it's incredibly effective and a lot of my friends have recommended it to me!"

"Umm—" "Of course you're in." I haven't yet decided it but he want me to take a yes. He was wearing a mask, made by Abaca fiber, too. He seems to have a cough or something. I can't see his whole face. But, his silver lightning eyes was sharp that doesn't miss a thing. I think he wants to befriend with me. He almost touched my skin so I managed to move a litle bit away from him. Who is this guy?