P J Masks Novels & Stories

She actually slept on her phone, I guess she must be really tired. I took her phone and there was not password or pin... Woah!!! She actually designed this herself? The jewellery designs look so cool, I can't wait to employ her into my company. I went inside my room as I took my mask and hid it. No one knows I'm that face hidden behind the billionaire mask. I'm the CEO of Larson Industry, we deal with different kind of designs and product. Jewellery designs, fabric designs, leather e.t.c. I rule the company, but people don't know I'm the CEO.

reported Alex. "There's one way to identify who is part of Pamela's mafia gang. Male or female, they all wear similar black suits with hats and shades. They are armed with guns and go in groups of at least four members. They also wear armbands with the initials 'PQ'. " added Henry. "That is so tacky." quipped Juri aloud. She immediately realised what she said and covered her mouth in embarassment. "Yeah, trust me, Juri. We all thought the same way." replied Henry, hoping to relief Juri of her embarassing comment.

I bet you look good in it, too. The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the mattress, a slow, steady beat that matches the pulse in my cock. I lie there, alone in the dark, waiting for the next buzz and it comes too quickly. Barnabythebear: Tomorrow at the rink by 8 PM. Come if you want *wink emoji*

He looked at me wide-eyed and swallowed hard before holding the door open for me. The parking lot was full and TJ handed me another beautiful white mask. He had a very similar one only in black and I beamed with joy. I thanked TJ again for his action. "...Thanks again! It's really crazy what we're doing here!... Do you think anyone recognizes us?"

I sighed, and he led the way to the VIP section. “Be careful,” he gave me a nod, and I entered the booth. To my surprise, the man in there had a mask on as well. “Here,” he handed me a shawl, to cover myself, as I took a seat. “Have a drink," he offered, passing me a glass. “Not happening,” I eyed the glass suspiciously, who knows what he put inside the drink. “Hear me out, I'm not going to do anything to you,on my honor, I just want us to talk,”

As though he had no emotions. “But why? I mean, I've checked my records, and you've only ever purchased a suit from the company 16 months ago. Is there anything I'm missing out on?” Olivia asked out of genuine curiosity. A man who has only ever gotten one suit from the company wants to invest into it, a 70% investment? Nah, there's more to it.

She slapped Penny on the back of her head and pointed at the pigeon head mask she was wearing. "Oh, my bad! I literally forgot." Penny flashed a nervous goofy grin. "But isn't it a good way to keep our identities hidden? The head masks are giving us freedom of mobility. We don't have to worry about cameras or curious passersby who may take a photo of us and post it online."

‘Is he really Darryl Darby?’ “Haha!” Jonas could not help it and burst into laughter. The crowd muttered amongst each other. He pointed to the mask in Darryl’s hand. “Brat, I have to give it to you. The mask looks super authentic! Let me tell you something, there are way too many who claimed to be Darryl Darby and there are also many fake masks like this one! Will you believe me if I say that I can make one that is similar to yours within just half an hour in the Snyder family’s factory?”

--- The sliding glass doors at the airport’s arrivals wing whispered open, letting in a brief gust of warm, stuffy air. The terminal was a hum of suitcase wheels, boarding calls, and scattered conversations. A few heads turned when Alexander Gracias stepped through. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a charcoal suit that looked like it had been made for him, he moved like a man who expected the world to make way—and usually, it did. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, but the firm set of his jaw spoke for him. Up ahead, Josiah Duggar spotted him. Early-to-mid thirties, trim build, hair neatly combed, Josiah looked every inch the professional. He threaded through the crowd and raised a small si

Pierre says coldly, "so I can finally say everything I really think." "Looks like the masks are finally coming off," I mutter, glaring at him. "I’ve never worn a mask," he says, pointing to his face. "This is who I am. I don’t need to pretend to be something I’m not. And for your information, I’m quitting because I can’t stand you. You’re a damn bastard who deserves to lose everything. And I hope you realize all the stupid things you’ve done—but by then, I also hope it’s too late. Because this time, you won’t be able to undo it."