Season 2 Pj Masks Novels & Stories

Andrea asked as she paused. "What do you want? Why are you looking at me like that? Do you feel guilty that you made it all seem coincidental that we enjoy the same pizza toppings?" She asked as she had stopped chewing. With her hands hanging mid hair with pizza laying on her palms, she turned to her side slightly to face him. And now, they were sharing eye contact. "Why? Why do you have that weird smile?" She asked as she tried to focus on his eyes. *Probably because of the masquerade mask.* She wondered as she realised that she couldn't focus on his eyes and find his eye color.

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

She sprayed setting spray and stepped back. “Gorgeous. You’re going to kill it.” I smiled like I believed her. Then it was time. Jess came to get me. “Okay, we’re ready for you. Masks on before you step on set. Your scene partner is already in position. He’s wearing a black leather mask that covers everything except his mouth and chin. You’ve got the matching one. Keeps everything anonymous. No one knows who anyone is. That’s the whole gimmick for this series.” I nodded. I slipped the mask on. It was soft leather, molded to my face, leaving my lips and jaw exposed. I could breathe fine. I could see fine. But no one would recognize me. That was the point.

Now they just had to wait to hear from Dennis. _____________ Jon glanced at his phone as he received the confirmation text from Linnette saying she would meet him at the park. He looked through the other available prosthetic masks and decided to go with one that would make him look like he was in his late forties or early fifties. He had one that made him look like a woman, but he was saving that one for when he had to go deep undercover.

"Well, yes, I need help. But you weren't at the masquerade party, were you?" "What? The masquerade party? The event a few weeks ago? The one where Grace mocked me for a week?" "What? mocked you for a week?" "You know! Because I didn't get the ticket, I wasn't allowed to see her for a week. It's awful, I swear." "Eh? Haha, then I think this will be good for you." "What is it?" "Yes, so there will be a Masquerade Party Part 2, but those who will attend are those who came in Part 1, and they also have to stay in the same costume as in Part 1."

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.

the second man in the mask proposed. "We don't have enough time. Release them both." Mr. James ordered with a smile on his face. "Time will help them achieve their full function." The room fell silent as Mr. James' chilling orders filled the air. Even amidst the chatter of our friends, Simon and I exchanged worried glances. Something was terribly amiss. The two menacing figures, adorned in masks, swiftly secured the door and we could sense a sinister anticipation hanging in the air. Mr. James stood at the center of the room. His voice brimming with excitement, he revealed his grand experiment to us. We were to bear witness to their creation, to become the first to face them, instead of the u

He engulfed her in a side hug. "Nothing." Stella shook her head as a bright grin adored her mouth. "Freak, don't give me that smile, Stella. I swear I will kiss you right here... Perhaps, take you across this wall too!" He winked only to earn a stern look along with a punch from her. "Okay, okay... I was joking. Come on let's go." He surrendered, Max pulled her in his arm before they continued exploring the market more. "How does this look?" they stopped across a shop of mask. The shop offered various masks from animals' to spooky clown masks and many more but what Stella likes was a white joker mask that has his lips widened into a mysterious grin.

I said, smirking. He groaned and rolled his eyes so hard I was worried they’d get stuck. “Is this live?” “Nope. But it’s being recorded for future generations to mock.” “Great. Then we’re wearing masks,” he muttered, fishing something out of his pocket. What he pulled out looked like a black garbage bag had a baby with a cheap Halloween costume. It was a mask... technically. But also a crime against aesthetics. “You’re kidding, right?” “Nope. Didn’t you check our mail?”

Nodding in response, Xavia replied, “Great thinking. Let’s try our best to keep them safe. Oh, and um… Could you please get me a disguise mask, Mr. Miller? Just in case there’s an emergency.” “Will do.” It didn’t take long for Xavia to receive the mask… and to her surprise, it looked extremely realistic. What’s more, it was comfy too! Technology had truly come far… Then again, she had already seen Jennie disguising herself as her on the news… If only she knew that Jenna wasn’t even wearing a mask… Simply glad that she could now stick by Zivon’s side, she then sighed before giving herself a closer look in the mirror… She truly looked like a completely different person, and after a while, she