Pjmask Novels & Stories

AJ who did his homework and made sure to know the ins and the outs of anybody who walked through their doors. Paul… Paul Damion… Undercover agent. Sent to bring them down. Did the feds think he was stupid? Did they honestly believe that they could put one on him? What a fucking joke… The first thing that AJ did when he met Paul was run a check on him. He was a hard one to crack. It wasn’t until later in the game that AJ figured out what the go was. He had almost believed that Paul was the way to go, that he was a solid man who would die for you…

"I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll be there in thirty minutes." He arrived looking carefully neutral. We didn't hug or touch or do any of the intimate things we'd been doing before Wednesday's disaster. We just... existed in the same space professionally. The color corrections were the final piece of the campaign before full launch. Shadows and tones and emotional resonance translated through visual medium. Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications.

The hospital had a lot of patients today, so he was normally so stressed. "I saw Kavinsky Mark leave. Have you started your project already?", he asked in concern. "Yeah. We have to present it in three days, so we have only two more days to prepare the project", Kayle replied with a calm expression on her face. "Oh, okay", Mr. Blaine replied nodding his head positively. "Tell me the amount you have spent by the end of the project, and I would transfer it back to you", Mr. Blaine said as he stood up from the chair.

Gior said without letting an emotion out of his beautiful face. "What?" The elderly asked in surprise. For some reason, they are quite dissatisfied with it. "Just exactly as I said, my voice didn't waver and I think you heard me perfectly well," Gior responded, emotionless, but his voice was firm and clear. "I'd like to withdraw the punishment as the investigation has proven the accused party innocent," Gior added, to make it crystal clear. 'Something must have happened or the investigation really went well,' Aesthelia mentally thought. The fact that Gior shows hostility every time they come face-to-face, that he'd say things to provoke Aesthelia, This is unexpected.

Ryu went out of his room and is struggling to open his eyes to the brightness coming from the windows. Ryu likes to sleep in the dark since he usually starts sleeping after sunrise. He went to the monitor and asked who it was. "Good morning. Sorry to bother you this early. I'm Yuka, you're new roommate. I tried calling Nato since he was supposed to take me here, but he wouldn't answer so I just went straight to the address that he gave me." How irresponsible can Nato be at this point? It was his idea to drink all throughout the night not thinking that he made an arrangement with Yuka the next day. Ryu tried to get a look at Yuka from the monitor but could barely see a glimpse of her from whe

Picking out clothes shouldn't be this hard. I finally give up and plop down on my bed. Glancing over at my dresser, I see the long piece of paper that ripped any hope I had of an easy resolution to shreds. I pick it up and look at it again, hoping the words say something different this time. But as I read, my dream doesn't become a reality. Probability of paternity: 99.99%

My cell sat on my desk, vibrating like crazy, lighting up with IMs, texts, emails, Facebook chats—but I barely heard that, too. I moved to my tiny window and looked down at the corner of Amsterdam Ave, and a new sound rose in my mind. It was the sound of Jonah’s voice. The image of his smile. A low, deep, soothing voice. I recalled how delicate he was, how fragile he seemed. Then I saw him lying on the ground, bloody, his precious instrument in pieces. A fresh wave of anger arose. My anger morphed into worry—worry if he was all right, if he’d walked away, if he made it home. I imagined him calling to me. Caitlin. Caitlin.

If the baby didn’t survive, it would just be a reminder of what I’d lost, what I was unable to bring into this world, a constant beacon of hurt. “Hey,” Jarren started, drawing my attention. “Don’t think like that.” “Stay out of my head,” I responded dully. “Look at me.” I looked up to find his beautiful eyes staring at me. “Nothing is going to happen. I promise.” “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” “This is one I intend to keep.” Reyna’s soft breathing drew my attention, and I turned back to find her asleep. I wanted to take more pictures, but I had all day to do that.

In front of him. I shoved Chris’s hand away, grabbed the tissue, and hurriedly finished wiping the ointment myself. I finally stood and rushed to my clothes, dressing under his burning gaze. When I looked back at him, his eyes were like a bottomless sea not blue, but black. “Oh, Mr. Marcus, you came at the right time,” Chris said calmly. “I wasn’t planning to come. But I changed my mind.” His eyes never left me. Did he think I was just a piece of paper he could read at will?

I think as I turn my attention toward the orange male. "Jia is from the country called the United States. Her family lived in a state named California. She has three siblings, and she is 20 years old. She had a type of ovarian cancer before coming here to Kea. She has a very compassionate heart. She gives love and wants love in return," I say while trying to keep the emotion out of my voice.