Connor Pj Masks Novels & Stories

I playfully slapped my hand to my forehead and scolded him for frightening me earlier. "What? I just averted a major disaster," he said, defending himself with a confident smirk. Thankfully, we didn't have to search for masks for too long. Kenny was determined to find the perfect ones for all of us, especially for Jasper. He finally settled on a silver mask adorned with blue stones and feathers that perfectly complemented my dress. For Jasper, he found a sleek black and blue mask, and for himself, a simple black mask with elegant black stones.

The man with a mask over his face. *

He uttered with a smirk on his lips as he stared at me. "By the way, you look sexy," He winked at me, and my heart almost stopped working. "Let me introduce myself to you. You may need the name to moan later," He winked at me as he stood up to his feet and covered the distance between us. "My name is Connor Hughes... Connor is moanable, yeah?" He bit my earlobe as he whispered in my ear, and my abdomen twitched as I felt adrenaline pumping hard in my body. Mr. Connor Hughes is the popular CEO of Connor Empire, a company that majors in modeling. We met at the club last night, exchanged numbers after we had a drink together, and scheduled to meet up today, and here we are now.

Zoe twisted toward the entrance, ready to yell—but Connor yanked her behind the couch in a flash. He pressed a finger to his lips, eyes locked on hers, gripping her wrist like a vice. Only after she gave a stiff nod did he drop his hand from her mouth. "I'm not here to drag you back," he rushed out, peeling off the mask and cap, that weird, too-sure smile spreading across his face. Zoe watched him, tense. She couldn't shake him off, so she kept quiet, scanning for a way out. Connor glanced toward the entrance, then nodded that way.

She was still waiting to feel the movement again, when a whisper brushed her ear, so soft she almost thought she’d imagined it. “Did you miss me?” Her breath caught. She spun around. She knew that voice. How could she ever forget? And there he was. A man in a white mask stood inches from her, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black. But it wasn’t the mask that stole her breath. It was the eyes behind it. Familiar eyes. Obsidian. Deep. Eyes she had never thought she’d see again. Connor’s.