Lunar Pj Masks Novels & Stories

Luna pleaded with Nick like a whining child. She bent his body repeatedly, so that at least Nick felt sorry for her. But unintentionally, the medical mask that Luna was wearing came off. Luna's face was fully exposed—pale skin, clear eyes that trembled anxiously, pink lips that were tightened nervously. Nick was silent. There was a gap of a split second—long enough for something that shouldn't have happened. "Why... She looks cute like this?" Inside, Nick was bewitched. Nick hardened his jaw.

Instead of doing the normal red lipstick like it was sure, most women were going to do she decided to turn it around and instead of red painting her lips peach, used a gloss with a shimmering effect. Instead of looking as odd as she thought she would, because of the mask, it made her look beautiful. Overall, she looked like a kick-ass Luna. She walked over to the bed with steady feet and took hold of the two masks and right in time because not a second later, her hunk of a sexy mate walked in looking fine as she felt.

“Why don’t you bring her to the festival, Uncle?” Julian asked as she watched her uncle look devastated. It had been a month since the two proclaimed Luna had given birth. “Festival?” “It’s happening in the city later this night,” Julian jumped off the stairs and looked at Adhler. She sighed at him, “You look like you need the break too, I will watch over your son for you two,” “You just wanted him for yourself, don’t make me laugh, Julian,” the princess rolled her eyes.

The Masquerade mask was Harriet's special mask, a white snake mask with one eye hole on the right side. "Actually, this is my mother's mask," said Harriet quietly. She then smiled and held up another mask box. Harriet showed it to Liam who was still furrowing his brows at her previous words and opened the box. Another white mask appeared in their vision. It was a white wolf mask with golden stripes around its eyes. Harriet smiled proudly showing the mask design. It was the one she ordered yesterday, which turned out to be perfect and ready at just the right time. "This is for me?" Liam asked.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

“Let’s see you two.” Justin rolled his eyes, flipping the furred hood over his head again as Lily drew the red hood of her cloak over hers. “Where’s your mouth?” she demanded. “Justin Lawrence Mitchell, after all the effort I put into that, if you’ve left it at home, I’ll be furious.” “Sweetheart,” he soothed, pulling the half-mask she and Evelyn had made for him out of his pocket. He held it up before his face, the mask covering the lower half. “It’s right here.”

Rubby said, placing the box on the table right in front of Luna. Luna stopped wiping with her towel, staring at the box with a mixed gleam in her eyes. She opened the lid of the box slowly, revealing a Venetian carved mask in ivory white with beautiful silver brocade decorations along its edges. Luna's fingers stroked the smooth surface of the mask with a gaze that suddenly turned melancholic.

MARA I knelt beside a pool fed by a narrow stream. Moonlight rippled across its surface, silver on black. My reflection flickered there, the same face that wore the Luna’s mask every day, only softer now—bare, unsure, alive. I cupped my hands in the water and let it run down my wrists. The cold snapped through me, sharp enough to remind me I was still made of flesh, not duty.

“And just how she maltreated people back in Silvermoon. She nodded. Expected. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a black nose mask, fitting it over her face. Then she pulled her cap from the other pocket and pressed it low over her forehead until the brim sat just above her eyebrows. She checked her reflection in the dark glass of the window. She turned to Cedric. "We don't mess this up no matter what." She held his gaze over the mask. "None."