Owlette Amaya Pj Masks Novels & Stories

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

I pressed a quick kiss to his lips before walking out with Faye. “Here is a mask for you, my lady,” Owen handed me a black mask, with silver and blue trimmings. It was beautiful. “Thanks, bro. I hope it wasn’t difficult to lift,” I winked and he frowned a little. “Oh, what?” I teased him. I knew it, of course.

Maya’s POV The next day felt heavy inside my stomach like I was carrying small butterflies that kept flying around nervously. I spent the afternoon getting ready, opening the box Chloe sent to me slowly like it was a treasure. Inside was the mask. Black lace with silver sparkles along the edges. It covered half my face but left my lips and eyes free. I liked how mysterious it looked. My dress was dark green silk, soft against my skin, moving like water when I walked. Under it, hidden where nobody could see, I wore a small strip of red fabric that made me feel bold and a little secret at the same time.

And Amara sat in front of a full-length mirror, staring at the red satin dress laid across her bed. It was stunning. And terrifying. Backless. High-slit. The color of spilled blood. Bianca entered carrying a black velvet box. “Your mask.” Amara opened it. Inside was a delicate creation of black lace and thin onyx stones, shaped like wings. “You’ll wear this,” Bianca said. “And you’ll smile. Even when your bones scream.” “And what if I don’t?” Amara asked, looking at her reflection. Bianca stared at her.

He lingered, resting his hands on my shoulders, meeting my eyes in the mirror. "You look breathtaking," he whispered. "I look pregnant," I corrected, turning to face him. "And round." "You look like my wife," he said, kissing my forehead. "Which is my favorite look." "Masks!" A small whirlwind burst into the room. Emma, five years old and missing a front tooth, held up two masks. One was silver filigree—a replica of the one I wore that night. The other was a simple black domino mask. "Why masks?" she asked, handing them to us.

he heard her clearly but his brain could only accept a piece of possible information deemed by him. “He was your father?” he gulped before the words choked him harder than they already did. “Doesn’t matter now, he killed my Mama, so he must pay,” she said coldly, rising from the floor. Andre followed soon. “Good, then let us make him pay,” he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. ****