Romans & histoires Pj Masks Amaya Glasses

As he took a closer look at the person, he discovered it was none other than Amaya Bark, his cherished childhood companion, accompanied by Black . In their earlier years, Amaya had been characterized by her glasses and braces, but Killian took great pride in witnessing her remarkable transformation. Her once unruly red locks now cascaded elegantly, radiating a silky luster. The removal of her glasses unveiled a pair of captivating emerald eyes, leaving everyone spellbound. And to top it off, her teeth, now flawlessly aligned, granted her the gift of a dazzling smile. "Killian ! I've missed you!" Amaya exclaimed, enveloping him in a tight embrace that conveyed her genuine affection.

But she didn’t like what he did to her, what he did to her prized self-control, and some wicked little devil inside her had pushed her to be more daring than she normally would have been. "Aren’t I what?" Chase wondered how he had not noticed before the way her eyes were the colour of polished glass. Those polished-glass eyes have slid sideways now. "You work harder than anyone here, so me taking home some work isn't—" Amaya halted eventually, although she still wasn’t looking at him as the lift carried them downstairs in what felt like a step out of routine that she didn’t want to take. Her heart was beating frantically inside her, and she was thankful for the reliable armour of her neat st

Vedika said as she walked out of the room. "She is always so lovely, no one would believe she is forty." Pooja said to Amaya "Right, that's how I want to be like when I'm older." Amaya said "Well, you will be even more pretty, I mean, you are dark skin, it has benefits." They both laughed and finished hanging the clothes. Then they walked out and sat on the bed. Amaya showed Pooja some photos, of newyork and Nigeria, and they were interrupted by Rohit as he walked in

As expected, Amaya was already outside, standing by the car. She wore a simple cream-colored dress that stopped mid-calf, fluttering gently in the breeze. Her short hair framed her face perfectly. Her emerald eyes looked even brighter beneath the soft daylight. Her whole presence was practically glowing with this… quiet, ethereal grace that made my chest ache a little. I lowered my head, sighing sadly as Cyrus helped me into the back seat. Amaya slid in beside me without a word, and Cyrus got in to drive. The ride was quiet. Uncomfortably quiet.

It is past six in the evening when Ameira finishes her four jobs. She has different jobs. Initially, at Aling Lordes' store which is a convenience store, second, at a fast-food chain as a dishwasher, third, as a sidewalk clothes seller, and fourth, as a dog sitter. All her part-time jobs are in the same city, but on different streets where there are only a few rides or walks to get to them. "One order of pares, please," she said to the man who owns Pares-Pares.

MJ asks as he glances at Patima before looking back at the rings in the glass. MJ rubs his thumbs around Patima’s hand, making the younger one look at her in confusion. “Go with the others first, I’ll just take a look at everything” Patima nods her head and removes her hand from MJ’s, making her miss the warmth. She walks towards Amber, who’s looking at the bracelets. Patima furrowed her eyebrows upon seeing what Amber was looking at. “Amber, why are you looking at the bracelets? And those are for men?” Patima said, startling the tan skinned girl.

He was walking around now, barely paying her any attention, lifting things, fiddling with her tools, until Amaya couldn't take it anymore. "Don't touch that!" She snapped impatiently when he lifted a pair of cutters that had cost the earth to import. "You design jewellery," he whispered in astonishment, his eyes finally lifting to meet hers and Amaya's own gaze fluttered away, while her cheeks fired with embarrassment. "I know they're no good," she ventured nervously, waving at the large portfolio he had lifted from one of her other workstations: she had the drawing board for designing, a work table for actually making the jewellery, a small cutting table for cutting wire and shaping semi-pr

she added. “Pick one and come to bed” Tresh instructed, impatient to have her next to him. “I can’t! These are expensive shirts!” Amaya exclaimed noticing the brands. “Amaya, I did not spend a penny on those, I get paid to wear them, just pick one” he said getting out of bed to join her. “Here, wear this one” he said giving her the shirt he once dreamt of her wearing. Taking the shirt from him, she went to the bathroom and changed. “He is injured Amaya, treat him like a patient and everything will be fine” she gave herself a peep talk before coming out to the bedroom.

The woman glanced up at the question and fixed her eyes into the young man's as if questioning his intentions before he flashed a toothed smile and tilted his head to the side. The woman cleared her throat and wiped her cheeks, where a few stray tears fell. "I'm Amaya." She quietly answered. Ash nodded at the name as he held out his hand for a handshake.