Owlette Pj Masks Characters Novels & Stories

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. ****

Despite that, 'Ollie' refused to remove his mask and held onto it instead. "I have pimples on my face, so I don't look handsome right now. I can't show my face to Aunty Catelyn, or it's going to destroy my perfect impression on her."

Nicole's POV The mask was white porcelain with gold edging, and it covered everything from my forehead to the bridge of my nose. I had added large tortoiseshell glasses below it on the grounds that two layers of disguise were better than one, and Marlon had looked at the combination and said I resembled a very elegant owl. "That is the point," I told him, and he gave up.

Luca got us outfits, along with some sort of face masks to conceal our identity, which is an extremely brilliant move. My outfit consisted of black doll-like boots with a short corset dress that complimented my body so much, making me look like a bratz’s doll. Meanwhile, Luca was dressed in leather, it’s the first time I’d be seeing him in something like this, and it made my stomach curl with Lust as I looked him up and down. The mask I had on had bunny ears, concealing the top part of my face, and when Luca stood behind me, with his mask still in his hand, it gave me the perfect image of what I’ve been trying to picture since I saw it online.

She says looking at the masks and picking a few up. She’s so sweet, I wonder where she gets her charm from? “Ooo what about these?” she picks up couples masks and I can’t help but giggle at the thought ‘couple’ is that what Troy and I are? “They are pretty cute and will match my dress perfectly.” The ‘women’s’ one is a black lace mask with purple glitter etched around the eyes and what kind of looks like crescent moons, and the ‘males’ one is a simple design, black with the same purple glitter around the eyes and crescent moons. Perfect.

says Oliver. “Thanks, I think this is the color dress I want to get with a mask the same color with silver accents on it.” “That would be so hot,” says Olivia. I drive the twenty minutes it takes to get to the mall. We head straight for the seamstress that is run by a wolf in my pack. I know she will make the best dresses for us. “Hi Paisley!” “Hello Maliyah, I am honored you are letting me design the dress. I just need measurements and I can custom make your tux as well Oliver, along with order special made masks to match. It’s a black and white ball correct?”

So I ordered online, addressed to Olive, of course, and it arrived late in the afternoon. The outfit fit perfectly. I had the sexy black wrap stilettos that I couldn’t wear to any public events. I had masks in the drawer that had been there for years— some I had already used, some were brand new. I was hoping for a cat woman mask, but this would do. I grabbed the whip that I ordered online with the handcuffs and outfit before I walked into the room. I inhaled deeply before my gaze landed on him, cuffed at the center of the bed, shirtless, and probably naked inside the duvet.

"I believe tonight is the best time we can, the ladies are having their own time as well." Chaol nods. "Yes. Get him." _ Owl could hear their excited giggles even from the unlit corridors. He gave a big sigh before knocking his hand on the door. "Wait!" The door opened, revealing Asty's small face from the gap. She was wearing her pink pajamas which he cannot deny as adorable. "Yes?" Owl averted her eyes, pretending to look inside. "Can we borrow Errol for a minute?" "Oh sure, why?" Asty interrogates him with her beaming orange hues. "Are you boys having a slumber party too?"

Emberlyn: The box sat on the seat between us. Jaxon opened it without any ceremonious movement. I looked down at what was inside and forgot whatever I'd been about to say because I was staring at the most gorgeous piece of attire for hiding one's identity. The mask was black velvet, shaped close, with lace framing the eye cutouts in a pattern that was so intricate it took a few moments to recognize that it was floral. It was geometric at the edges and from there slowly dissolving into a design more organic toward the centre.

“He isn’t exactly my brother. We just happened to have been born from the same mother. Plus, we didn’t come here only to test the waters, Lolita. Have fun. When was the last time we had something like that?” She rolled her eyes, knowing he won’t be able to see from her mask. They were all masked in the party, most of the women with white feathered masks that made their skin delicate. The men predictably wore horror themed masks that made them look more dangerous than they actually were. What scared Lolita more was Jarrod’s mask. It was a mixture of black and white strong mask that blended perfectly into his skin, as if it was just an extension of his true self. She felt uncomfortable just lo