Pj Masks Amaya Novels & Stories

Uncle Marco, the one who had taught her mother and her how to control their powers, was now giving her the last bit of help she needed to pull off this whole lie. If she went straight to Cassian, all she’d get was a flat-out no, and she needed to size him up too before deciding her future. Amaya gripped the ring tightly as it lowered, her body arching into an artistic pose. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give a round of applause to the gorgeous Zafira!” At the announcer’s shout, the crowd went wild. Amaya’s feet hit the ground, and she bowed, laughing and waving at the anonymous faces in the crowd.

I said, he put his note down, a grin appearing on his beautiful face. " Jenny, Amaya"" you work here?" Amaya asked " yeah, I just started yesterday though" he said with a shrug. " That's cool this place is the best" I said " and the best needs the best" Amaya said. Jordan looked confused for a second but shrugged it off. Nice Amy ,real smooth.

Kristo “Sorry, but we have to get you back.” Amaya squeezed Jolene’s hand and then got to her feet. “Come on, let’s get you back to the van.” “Fine, but you’re totally bringing me back here for the food festival,” she replied as we started on the way back to the van. We loaded her chair into the van and started on the way home, except this time, Amaya drove, and I sat in the back and chatted to Jolene. And damn, if she wasn’t about the most charming teenager I’d ever met. Sure, she was still young and had plenty of time to grow into her obnoxiousness, but she was smart and sharp and wasn’t afraid to jibe me, just like her sister.

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

Just as he’d deal with this crazy, one-sided obsession to make their marriage real. After brushing her teeth, Amaya took a final look in the mirror: without make-up, the freckles on her nose stood out like sprinkles on a cupcake, her loose hair had turned frizzy courtesy of the humidity, and her plain cotton PJs wouldn’t win any Victoria’s Secret competitions. Just the look she’d aimed for... before she’d taken a bath and had that little revelation to make the most of the next two months with the sexiest guy to walk the planet.

I gasped in surprise. "Are you good?" I tore my gaze away from her to find Amaya looking at me with worry. I frowned, that familiar pressure pushing against my forehead. I glanced back at the spot she was in and there was nothing; she was gone. How was she able to do that ? My head hurt. “Jasmine," Amaya called out. I snapped my gaze back to her. "Why do you keep staring?" It was the creepy girl that spoke this time. “Are you crazy like they claim?"

Impossible. Phoenix descendants walked openly here, their fire undisguised. But beneath the freedom, fear. They smiled too bright. Laughed too loud. Moved like people performing happiness for invisible watchers. "There," Cassia breathed. Across the main courtyard, holding court like a queen from legend, stood Amaya. She looked exactly like my mother's portraits. Not similar—exact. Same crimson hair falling in waves. Same delicate features. Same way of tilting her head when listening. But when she smiled, it was wrong. Cold calculation dressed in warmth's clothing.

Patima places the roses on the table then sat down in front of Amber and Aiko. "Hey, uhh... Did you two see... MJ?" Patima asks the two. Amber and Aiko look at each other than at Patima. "You didn't know?" Aiko asks her. Patiima crease her eyebrows at what Aiko said. "What? Did I miss something?" Patima asks them. The two look at each other than at Patima. "Oh my... That's just the worst, she doesn't know anything, MJ didn't tell her anything!" Amber said as she places her elbow on the table then cover her face with her both hands.

I tossed the ones I’d just worn into the wash before heading back out. Amaya was in the living room, crouched over the TV, flipping through streaming options. Her hair was still damp, her legs folded under her on the couch. “What movie is it?” I asked, moving closer. She glanced over her shoulder at me and her lips began to quiver like she was hiding a grin. “Something light. You’ve probably never watched it before.” “Try me,” I challenged, sitting down on the couch beside her. “It’s a rom-com.”

She wondered and Deagan shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.” She hummed, prompting him to continue. “Amaya hates her boss, but she loves her job and she’s doing great, she got to dance backup for JLo a few months ago and she was ecstatic.” Aria was happy for her, knowing what a talented dancer she was. Aria’s heart warmed to know that she followed her dreams despite the obstacles that stood in her way.