Pj Masks Amaya Novels & Stories

Amaya was the most disciplined person he knew. “Mmmh, do you like it?” Amaya asked finally turning to look at him. “Do I like what?” Tresh asked, looking at the screen then his jaw dropped. “The foundation page, we are launching it soon, remember?” Amaya reminded him. She has been working on the web page since she left Ruber city. “How can I forget?”Tresh responded, impressed. “Besides my photo, everything is great!” he exclaimed.

She smiled as she followed Amaya from the room. A few minutes later, they were back. Abigail was wearing jeans with a knitted wool sweater her long grey hair was braided over her shoulders. “Doesn’t she look great?” Amaya asked. “Yes, she does.” I smiled at Amaya, she looked beautiful. She was wearing the same jeans as earlier that accentuated her curves and a t-shirt that clung perfectly in the right places. Her curly red hair was braided in the same fashion as Abigails.

Amaya paced around her office. She’d just been cc’d on an email with the subject line: RESORT PROMOTIONAL MATERIALS. She’d scanned the email, flippantly looking at the attached flyers and social media campaign. She scoffed. “So what?” she said to herself. “So she’s rebranding the resort. Whoopie do. Big deal!” Amaya sighed and rolled her eyes. Asher had returned but she hadn’t seen Amelia in a really long time. Apparently, Amelia was at the resort, ‘working hard’.

Jessica called as she walked over to meet her and they both hugged "Why are your hairs like these?" She asked as she looked from Lucia who was carry a red hair to Amaya whose hair was purple "You've spent several years at the United States don't tell me you're still this crude" Amaya said as she walked to take her seat Jessica sighed and she took a deep breath "And is that why the whole place is looking so unkept?" She asked "Stop it Jess, don't come here to act as my mama" Amaya said as she sat down tiredly

Even as she dragged the mat to hide her nakedness, she could perceive the anger emanating from their gaze. “You are wanted at the shrine of Amadioha.” One of them said. “But can I at least change…” Ejima wanted to say, but she yelled when they yanked her out of the bed. Despite her screams and protest, they dragged her out of the room, and one of them carried her on his shoulders as if she was a blade of dried grass.

* * * * * * * * * AMARACHI "Amara why do you look so pale?"Aunty Lydia asked as i dragged my feet into the leaving room, holding the polythene bag containing Mrs Justice's spoilt fabric. I slumped on the ground. I couldn't even talk. "Chimo. Amara are you pregnant? Why do you look so dejected?"She asked as she came over to me. The polythene bag dropped from my hands and she took it. Opening it and bringing out Mrs Justice's fabric, aunty Lydia let out a loud shriek.