Lunar Pj Masks Novels & Stories

He stopped behind her, his hands resting on the back of her chair. "You're going, Liora. Tonight isn't just a party. It's a statement." "Julian Vane thinks he can whisper in your ear. I'm going to show the world that there is no room for him." Liora looked at his reflection. "By hiding me behind a mask?" "By showing them that even behind a mask, you are the most powerful woman in the room." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Inside was a mask made of delicate silver filigree, encrusted with the 'Phantom Sapphires' from her new mine.

I stood there with twenty warriors behind me. Four of the vehicles emptied and the warriors of the Red River Pack surrounded the SUV in the middle. The back door opened and out stood a man 6 foot 5 inches tall. Long blonde hair, dressed in a black suit. I knew he wasn’t here for a social call. I walked over to him with my hand extended. “Welcome to the Lunar Lake Pack Alpha Jones.” We shook hands. “This was an unexpected visit, but like always, I am happy to see you.”

His touch was agonizingly slow, a deep, heavy friction that turned the freezing chill of the corridor into a thick, suffocating heat. "I told you I’d take it off myself," Jaxson rasped, his gaze dropping to Liam’s mouth, which was still slightly swollen from the previous night. "The contract is dead, Liam. If I take this off you right now, we aren't putting another strip on until we get to the main arena next month. No more masks. No more separate wings."

One of them said, "This is not fair. If you have to punish me, then punish me some more. You cannot remove me from my post like this. Because you guys did not make me Luna. My five mates made me Luna. You may have forgotten that I was the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack before I became Luna. The moon goddess gave me five princes as companions and they are the ones who made me Luna. Therefore only my mates have the right to remove me from my Luna position. Not you." Queen said sharply.

It is more beautiful than anything I have ever dared to imagine in my most secret dreams. Suddenly, a crystalline chime sounds nearby, like the gentle ringing of glass, and before me, a mask appears, hovering as if held by invisible hands, settling gently into my palms. The mask is pale and delicate, kissed by moonlight, its surface etched with swirling patterns that mimic the frost creeping across a windowpane on a cold winter’s night. I lift it and press it to my face, feeling it mold perfectly to my features as if it was made just for me.

“Yes, you are. Thanks to you, I just came up with a plan.” I grab my phone and dial Lizzy’s number. She picks up on the first ring. "Hey, Stacy! You all set for tonight?" "Almost," I say. "But I need a favor. Can you grab a dozen masks for the gala tonight? I want to turn it into a masquerade." Lizzy squeals in delight. “A masquerade? Oh, that sounds amazing! Consider it done. I’ll make sure everyone’s masked up.” I thank her and hang up, glancing back at Liam. “You really saved the day, buddy.”

he said in one breath and almost shouting " That's all? Your such a baby? Maybe he was tired" I said "I told you to transfer on my company" Jumpol speaked "I don't want to, I love my job now," he said and pulled his camera on us He is working as a freelance photographer and sometimes a model, I can't deny that Krist is a hot guy. his body is well-formed his skin is perfect and his facial appearance is perfect, perfect for a model and celebrity. Well, the word PERFECT best describe him, if I did not fall for the jokes and flowery words of my Jumpol maybe I flirted kirst first.

CHAPTER ELEVEN “Amara, you forgot about this.” Amethyst handed me a mask. The mask would only cover half of the wearer’s face, including the forehead and the area surrounding the eyes. It was a masquerade mask. It was shaped like those butterfly wings. It was crafted from silver, with crystal beads designed at its corners and a black sun with four rays at the upper center. It has a lace at both ends. “Who owns it?” Amethyst asked curiously.