P J Masks Novels & Stories

That was the reason I was panicking. A man entered the room. I gulped hard in nervousness. That man was wearing a pair of PJs. That did nothing to hide his shamelessly erect crotch. He was not wearing any shirt. His rock hard chest and perfectly toned eight pack abs. But he had a mask on his face. Keeping his identity from me. That mask was covering his eyes and nose. The rest of his face was not covered.

Xyla finally nodded. Right then, the door opened… Josh Batton slowly walked into the living room… At this moment, Josh was wearing a light-blue, short-sleeved jacket with a white T-shirt on the inside. He was also wearing a pair of light-blue jeans. His short, dense hair was parted in a ratio of three to seven, and his bangs were blown into a heart shape on his forehead. A black mask covered most of his face. However, even so, it still couldn’t conceal his handsome and refreshing look.

“No wonder people love coming here. I want to do this every year.” I smiled and handed him the black mask I’d picked out earlier. It only covered the top half of his face, up to the nose. “Here. Wear this.” We stopped in front of a small stall decorated with silver tinsel and glowing lanterns. Jazper Ray took the mask from my hand without question. He didn’t ask why. He just trusted me. “Like this, Mrs. Gibson?” he asked, slipping it on. I gave him a look. “You look perfectly gorgeous, Jazper Ray. Even with half your face hidden.”

) Store Owner: "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your mask, please. After the last incident we had with a Dheus Ehx Machina employee in here, we can't just let people walk around with them anymore." Kimora: (Staring at the tall yet burly man asking her to remove her mask. She calmly mumbles under her breath.) "Distortion.." (Then saying aloud.) "Wait...did that just not work?" (Remembering Her mask restricts her powers she silently cursed to herself. ) Store Owner: "Miss, I have a business to run. I don't have time for your games. If you want to play games please stick to the consoles. Outside of that, I'm going to ask you to remove your mask or please exit the store."

Chandler grinned and high-fived his bestfriend. Kace nodded. “What??? I think I’m gonna puke.” Jules stood up from her seat. Kris smirked at his bestfriend, knowing how much he’s pleased to tease Jules. “That’s a good one, dude.” “Alright then. Let’s have a masquerade party.” JM finally announced. ***

I raised my eyebrow at him. "You're..." "We're here!" I cheered, smiling at the entrance "I'm starting to think you survived all these years with stealing" Julian groaned, opening the door. "Damn right" I chuckled, bouncing out too without waiting for anyone to help me with the door "Are you sure you don't need mask? You can choose to wear one" Julian said, worry etched in his voice. "My make-up is a mask on its own. Josie is good at it" I said, ignoring his outstretched hand

John says as he wonders how these three distinguished people are in league with Pentalium. "The way they look into my eyes at the plains confirms that they have worked with another Zonian before." William begins to scan the prison with his Sense. "The plague masks, the ones I fought at the Ball, and the generals all have these masks. They also have these attires: green for males, red for females, and the plague masks are for the sellers of the cure." William says as he inspects the masks of the generals.

After Plan B was finally determined, it was already past midnight. Jessica went back to her room to take a quick shower and then went to bed. As soon as she opened the door, Jessica saw a tall man standing up from the sofa, stumbling towards her. "Mask! Are you alright?” Jessica thought Mask might be sick, because he walked staggeringly and his face was very red. It looked like there was something wrong with him. Mask did not answer. Hearing Jessica’s voice, the man found it harder to control himself... Mask’s pupils dilated with a note of danger, like a fire was lit up and burning in his eyes.

"Not if he doesn't know that I'm gone." "If you want to buy something, just tell me and I will get it for you." "I want to do something personal." "From a scale of one to ten?" I hummed in thought. "Eleven." "Fine. I'll stall for you but be back before the break is over." "I promise." "Don't forget and carry a mask. It would be troublesome if you encountered fans without having security around." "Don't worry." I said and I pulled out a black mask from my pocket. "I know what to do, remember?"

"What?" James stands there, slightly out of breath, holding two masks. He smiles nervously. "Sorry for the wait, Mr. Blackwell. I had to go to three different shops to find ones that matched—these are from the designer collection and I made sure the emerald matched the lady's dress and I thought the black would complement your shirt—" "James." I cut him off, taking the masks from his hand. "Thank you. You can go." "Of course, sir. Enjoy your evening—"