Season 2 Pj Masks Novels & Stories

Janet’s eyes moved over the selection until she chose a sleek, silver mask for herself. “Thanks!” She flashed a smile, adjusting the mask that hid her eyes behind its enigmatic gaze as she confidently walked into the party. ‘Hurry up and finish what you need to do so you can make a break from this annoying crowd!’ She whispered to herself. ‘I really hope I don’t run into anyone I know from the past.’

"N-no sir. They wear funny masks so we can't see their faces or hear their voices clearly." "What mask?" asked Ricky again. "The men wear brown wolf masks and the women wear pink rabbit masks," replied Kirk. Jayden patted Kirk's shoulder lightly. "Is that all you can tell us?" Jayden asked in a light tone. Kirk looked down in fear. "Y-yes sir, I don't know any more. Please spare me sir," wailed Kirk shamelessly. Jayden chuckled. "I guess I'll spare you," Jayden said quietly. Kirk was relieved and just opened his mouth to say thank you, when suddenly he felt like he was thrown hard and saw his body still standing straight. At that time Kirk realized that he saw that his body had no head.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "You're..." "We're here!" I cheered, smiling at the entrance "I'm starting to think you survived all these years with stealing" Julian groaned, opening the door. "Damn right" I chuckled, bouncing out too without waiting for anyone to help me with the door "Are you sure you don't need mask? You can choose to wear one" Julian said, worry etched in his voice. "My make-up is a mask on its own. Josie is good at it" I said, ignoring his outstretched hand

"There you have it Korea, Cold Poison and Wonder woman would be put under probation in the jury. Stay glued to your screens for more updates on there interesting Characters." "Now that the assessment over; contestants please take off your mask Korea would love to see you personally." It's about time! This thing had already started to itch. I carefully pulled the mask off not to break the strings or let it cling into my hair, the condensed air hitting my face. Just then again, the burning gaze came on even stronger it was hard to ignore. I took a sharp ance to the right and met his eyes. It burrowed into mine intensely with a preplexed look, refusing to let go. This is bad.

At least she could put up the covers to her face or neck and pretend to be asleep "You look like a baby owl . That's just learning how to walk " he spoke again and she turned her head to glare at him . "Now you look like owlette from PJmask . " He pointed at her hair that wasn't a sight to see by now . She burst into laughter , throwing her head backwards and letting out a very hearty laugh . So he was those children shows ? PJmask? She laughs some more until she stopped when she realized that Samuel was now in front of her .

At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne. Ken swallowed hard and looked away, but the night offered only more. Guests in every corner had their hands full. As Ken wandered through the party, he saw two men and one woman tangled tightly together, masks askew and clothes half-unbuttoned. The woman’s hands moved over one man’s lap as she unbelted his trousers, rolling her hips slowly while the second man kissed her from behind, hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. Soft gasps and wet sounds mingled with the sea breeze. The air itself felt thick with sex, lust, and expensive perfume. Ken had already seen too much. He decided to search for Steve—this was Steve’s world.

She couldn't understand that if they were to wear the mask in the party, why do they have to waste so much time in makeup and all. "The party has a lot of motive behind it." Justin said. "Okay, that sounds sketchy to me for some reason." Patricia said after putting on her mask too. "It might be. The real motive behind this party is the marking ceremony only. No one would snatch your spotlight. We won't let that happen." Justin replied while bringing a black mask, a little similar to Patricia out of nowhere. He started to put that on his face too. He was wearing a black tuxedo suit.

“And she might need those claws of hers one day.” “Definitely. Adulting is such a fucking warzone.” Zuby sighs as she slips her car keys into her purse that is just as shiny as Brie’s own. I have mine as well. We grab our masks next. Mine is a glossy black one with delicate red designs. After putting them on, we make our way downstairs and through a backdoor that I never knew existed in this packhouse. Everywhere is quiet, and it seems no one notices us slipping through the door and arriving outside.

The guys look so dapper in their tuxedos, and when they add their black and gold masks, they turn into mysterious strangers with eyes that ignite the flames deep within me. Jace wears a gold mask that is identical to my own, with black details, and Jude is wearing an all-black mask but looks similar to mine and Jace’s. Glancing at the reflection of us together in the mirror, I find that we look hot as hell. It only tells me that Jace and I are right to want Jude to join us, he’s our missing piece.

He curled himself into a ball, his blue-grey eyes watching me. "Do you think you're underfed?" He licked his mouth. "Definitely not," I answered for him. "You're a perfect size. Quite handsome." I hung up the garment bag and placed the sack holding the mask on the shelf above my clothes. Carefully I stepped out of the dress and hung it up inside the garment bag. After pulling on a cherry tank and a black pair of PJ pants, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and climbed into bed. I tucked my hands under my pillow.