P J Masks Novels & Stories

The colors complement the dress, and I smile when I hear Jo knocking on the door before she opens it. “Wow, you look sexy as fuck,” she says, and I smile. “Why don’t we wear wigs tonight?” she asks as she passes me a black one and puts on a bright pink one. I laugh and put it on. I look at my image in the mirror, and I don’t even recognize myself. It’s been years since I had my hair a different color than platinum. “Where are we getting the masks?” she asks, and I tell her that they will have some there that we can use. She is so excited that she opens a bottle of wine before our Uber arrives to take us to the most exclusive and sinner party in New York City.

They echoed. Since I was hungry and I also knew he would be hungry when he returned, I prepared extra portions of rice and steamed chicken added with egg sauce. It was sumptuous and very delicious when I tasted it. I dished Ashley and Kelvin's food and placed them neatly on the dining table before heading to the living room. “I told you PJ masks always win the war.” Kelvin said seriously. “I know but then isn't it unfair for the rest?” Ashley curled her lips. “The title of the cartoon is PJ masks, you don't expect them to lose, right?”

I had made a point of pretending he wasn’t there, even when his presence felt impossible to ignore. What had that kiss been about, anyway? Why would he kiss me when he had already promised himself to someone else? Annoyance tightened in my chest, and I released a quiet breath through my nose. “Ah! That reminds me.” Jane brightened further. “Since it’s a masquerade, we’ll need proper masks too. We can’t ruin beautiful new clothes with those cheap things sold in ordinary shops.” Her enthusiasm brought a faint smile to my face, but I still wasn’t certain I wanted to attend.

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

She didn't say a single word. She had been abandoned by her husband and written off by her family in the same breath. Her image and her status had always been nothing more than a disguise. Without it, she was nothing. "Melissa, it's okay," Zachary said gently. "Those philistines only care about profit. They were holding you back. Losing them might actually be a good thing for you." It was the same routine he had used back in high school, always stepping in as the considerate savior.

Julian’s POV “I found this realistic face mask shop when I was traveling back here. I wanted to stop by to get one, but it was already getting late, and I was in a hurry to get back,” I shrugged, turning to wink at Karyna. Henri gave me a deadpan stare. “A skin mask,” he asked dully. “Yeah, that. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I confirmed, snapping my fingers. “I’m pretty sure I can get a good one easily,”

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Hera looked at the black mask and turned her gaze to Jessy, "So, we have to wear these masks?" "Yes, as per the instructions. It seems this is a party for her daughter, who has just been accepted into a prestigious university in America," Jessy replied, holding her own white mask. Hera nodded in understanding, still holding her black mask, "Awesome. Alright, let’s go." *** During the journey, Jessy shared many stories, especially about her family, who always pressured her to take over her father's company. However, Jessy didn't like it; she chose to work part-time, allowing her more free time to relax.

If he posted the video online, if my mother saw me getting fucked… “No. Please, if you let me wear them, I’ll do whatever you want.” “Anything I want?” He echoed. “Anything you want.” I confirmed, even as my tongue flooded with a sour taste. Jasper walked over to the closet, returning shortly with the golden mask on his face. He crouched in front of me, gently pushing my hair into the brown wig and slipping on my usual silver mask. His fingers curved my cheek, and his dark eyes glinted from behind the mask. “You see?” He murmured. “I can be reasonable. Of course I wouldn’t expose your identity, Elian.”

Another exchanged look. “One more thing,” I add. “We all wear masks. You, him, and me. Everyone stays anonymous.” Tyler frowns. “You too? But it’s your content – ” “I’ve never shown my face online. Not once in two years.” I reach into my nightstand drawer and pull out a black lace masquerade mask – the kind I use for my higher-end content. “That’s how I’ve stayed safe. That’s how we stay safe.” “So no one can be identified,” Jake says slowly. “Even if the footage leaks.”