Owlette Amaya Pj Masks Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but I filed it away for later. To my surprise, some betas started handing out masks, which I had thought weren’t going to be a thing until after the auction. Nevertheless, I took one obviously meant for me, a mask with fierce wolf eyes and bared teeth, and Sarah took one without a wolf theme, something with rhinestones and feathers, and the auction began.

“You make me a lot of money, girl. And I hate that you’re leaving. But I can’t stand in the way of your dreams.” I felt warmth fill my chest. “Thank you… really.” “You’re welcome.” She patted my cheek. “Now go. Let’s make this last night your best.” When she left, I turned toward the mirror. My brown contacts covered my real blue eyes, and the silver mask glittered under the bulbs. The purple fringe bra and panties left almost nothing to the imagination—perfect for Jade Firefly, but not for Akayda Jordan. I took a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with.”

Elena felt satisfaction. She had built this from nothing. From memories of making soap as a twelve-year-old orphan to running a global empire. "How's your fashion line coming?" Elena asked. Aurora sat down across from Elena's desk. "Really well. I've been invited to show my collection at Fashion Week in three different countries. And my custom masks are the hottest accessory in high society right now." Aurora pulled out her tablet and showed Elena photos. "Look at this. Every wealthy woman in Lysandria wants one of my masks. They're paying thousands of dollars for custom designs."

"Crap! We have been caught Amari!" .......... "Mommy, where are you going?" Amari waddled into my room. She wore a pink fluffy pajama and right now she looked just like boo. "I'm going out with daddy, princess." I said as I applied mascara on my lashes. Amari had long full lashes. She got it from Flynn. I would be lying If I said that I'm not jealous of them. "I wanna go to mommy."

' AMAYA growls in pain while holding onto her birthmark. Her birthmark is trying its best to get out of her body. She tried to cover it with her clothes, but it wasn't working anymore. Then she saw Polo getting ready to go to the party where Amaya invited her to go. He tried his best to look cool in front of Amaya's race. He knew everything would not be the same if he didn't ask her for a marriage tonight, so he brought a ring to offer her a life with him. "Time is flowing so fast here. I couldn't even get to pee just to follow him!" Amaya whispered to herself.

Oizys said coldly, making Leila change the way she had been looking at her as she didn’t want Oizys to notice her. “Okay Aunty,” she said in a low tone as she pretended to be afraid of Oizys cause of the tone she had used. Leila closed her eyes and notified her wolf to tell Amaya to emerge after five minutes. After five minutes, Leila’s eyes turned pitch black. Seeing the black pupils, Oizys smiled widely as to her, she had succeeded. “Welcome home. What shall I call you?” she asked with a smile as she walked closer to Amaya.

He never would have agreed to participate in this if Amelia hadn’t insisted it would be “so much fun!” The front doors of the room swing open, revealing a beautiful woman standing there, her nearly naked body painted gold like some kind of beautiful statue. She wears very little and is instead draped with flowers and vines, her face masked in an elaborate gold-and-green mask, her head topped by a pair of antlers.

Still, she carefully unwrapped the gift, curious to see what was inside. From the cotton used to cushion the interior emerged a lovely artisan-made domino mask. Its base was a midnight black as deep as the secrets whispered in the moonlit gardens, made to cradle the wearer's features within a velvety embrace. From the elegant curvature of the mask’s forehead and temples emerged a celestial dance of silver filigree, forming delicate crescent moons that seemed to capture the very essence of a romantic night. The eyeholes were adorned by intricate silver swirls. Stardust and miniature constellations spiralled around the edges, creating an otherworldly allure.

We had her giggling a little bit by the end of the night. "You look stupid." Amilia laughed at me. They put my hair into small janky pigtails and slapped a pink face mask on me. "Oh like you're any better, Ugly Betty." Em laughed at me mocking her. Amilia had a teal face mask and her hair in a shitty braid. We put on a scary movie and watched it with the girl, she enjoyed herself while Em and I almost shit ourselves. Who the hell watches The Conjuring for fun!? It didn't matter, she was smiling by now, out of her funk even for a little.

My fingers shook a little as I opened the file. Inside was a mask. A sexy black mask made of soft lace and shiny silk. It would cover the eyes and upper face but leave the mouth and jaw free. Delicate black lace patterns swirled around the eye holes like dark flowers. Small shiny crystals sparkled at the edges under the street light. Thin black ribbons waited to tie at the back of the head. It looked mysterious and dangerous. The kind of mask strippers wore when they wanted to hide their identity but show everything else.