Season 2 Pj Masks Novels & Stories

Of course what amazed her even more was how Julio looked with this mask on. The shape of the stream was just right to cover most of his face, leaving only his eyes and a very small portion of white space. The edges of the mask extended all the way to the ears. It blended right in with the triangular collar of the dress standing up. Blue and gold mingle. It was as if a fountain of life in a vast desert. It instantly gave a sense of hopeful renewal. The mask that Aurora had casually made turned out to be a godsend. Soon after, the host announced that #22 should come on the stage to show off.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

Asked Pete. The wind took the sands of the shore and made it molten. This served as a mask for Pete, for the reason being, "Her seeing him one more time could have devastating consequences." It was a brown looking mask with a series of black lines scattered around it. There was a smiley drawn over the lip area, thus, he believed he was secured from causing doom, the second time. She choked as she fell to the ground. She caught her grip fast and stood immediately.

I look mature in this kind of dress and make-up. "So?" Jenny grinned. "Not bad." "Yah! They both said, and I winced when they slapped my shoulder. "You look stunning, hot, and sexy right now," Sarah said and glared at me. "Okay, you two did great. Satisfied?" Sarah smirked. "I'm sure Mr. Kwon will drool on you," Sarah said, and they high-fived gigglings while I blushed. "Oh, this is for you." Jenny gives me a glittering black mask that matches my dress. I take it and try it on, covering half of my face and only showing my bloody lips.

billionaire behind the flour. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a sleek, black silk mask. It covered my eyes and the bridge of my nose, looking more like something from a masquerade than a kitchen. "Monsieur Jean-Pierre," Julian said, appearing in the kitchen doorway. He looked sharp in a tuxedo, though his face still carried the scowl of a man who didn't trust anything with a French accent. "Why are you wearing a mask? The theme is 'Silver Rose,' not 'Phantom of the Opera.'"

Halloween week at Fantasy Island meant themed costumes, and Madam Fantasy had been clear: go big or go home. I adjusted my mask in the mirror. Black and silver, covering the top half of my face, with small silver chains that dangled near my temples. The mask was my safety. My shield. Without it, I was just Jane Puckett, broke college student. With it, I was Jailbird, whoever the hell I wanted to be. The dressing room smelled like hairspray and body glitter. Keiko was beside me, dressed as Catwoman, her mask sleek and minimal. Cammie had gone full Harley Quinn, complete with a baseball bat covered in rhinestones.

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

“You need to loosen up. You’ve been too serious lately. No one will know it’s you. Everyone wears masks.” Jude smirked as he sat down, eyes glued to me. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little fun.” My head snapped toward him. “I’m not scared.” “Sure,” he said, walking closer. “Prove it.” My heart tripped, but I covered it with a glare. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Paris groaned, grabbing my hand. “Enough. No excuses. You’re going. We already have your mask.” She pulled out a delicate white glitter mask that shimmered under the light. “Perfect. Like a princess about to commit a royal sin.”

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.