Villains Pj Masks Novels & Stories

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.

The room had posters of PJ Masks, Spidery and his amazing friends etc. They were all confused until Victor voiced out their confusion,”how can an adult hacker who is so good have stickers and posters of kids animations and cartoons? It looks so strange and there are toys of big cars and even a train station in the room…..but if you look closer you’d see luxurious looking sofa, a big television on the wall and a mini fridge……this is very strange…if I don’t know better I will say he is a kid..” he voiced out unsure that. “Yes!”

Amore said with a smile. "What? Are you going to go on your revenge by pretending? Amore, you might be cursed again when he finds out. You know he's a cunning man, don't you?" He replied full of concern. "Ah, I'll take care of it. I can pretend as long as I have a different face. I can't take off my mask, because he will suspect me!"

With that, the next thing she knew, she launched again and managed to cut his mask in two. His mask fell down, revealing his face, but his hand was quick enough to cover his face and he turned around to avoid her. “Stay away.” He fired. Lady Vienna smirked, but then realized it. Dillon was always mysterious in the book, his identity was unknown. Could it be...Wait...no, those red eyes and black hair and mask...why was she stupid? “Duke Raziel?” She asked, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Dillon is Duke Raziel! He’s the villain!

He motioned for the men in front of him to move to the side. Bending down, he sneered, "I really hate when I get blood on me. People already consider me a dastardly villain, I try not to look the part." He grabbed the sack of bones in front of him by the hair and bashed its face into the floor. Blood splattered over his suit. "Now look what you've done, you've ruined the suit too," Alexander pretended to pout. Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face.

"What an entertaining show. Brava, Dr. Seville! Now, let's send the three of you to the police station to explain yourselves." Mr. Preston froze momentarily before smoothing out his expression. "Explain ourselves? What do we have to explain? We were just discussing work with Dr. Seville here. What evidence do you have to arrest us?" He turned to the surveillance camera on the rooftop. "That camera's been broken for a week." Of course, he'd broken them himself. "Surveillance cameras? I don't need that." James tilted his head and stepped aside, revealing a whole throng of people behind him, blocking the stairwell.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

It’s infuriating. “Why?” I snarl, leaning in close as I grab his bloodied face. “Why does Ghost keep interfering in our business? What’s his plan?” Marcello stares at me, his lips cracked and bloody. He doesn’t answer, just glares with a hatred that feels almost admirable. Eventually, his body gives out. No amount of morphine or care can pull him back this time. I step back, wiping the blood from my hands as I stare at what’s left of him—a mangled, broken shell of a man who refused to give me anything.

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

Pockmark Mask now. ***