Villains Pj Masks Novels & Stories

Willa grins. "I told you I was afraid of heights." I really can't believe I'm in Vegas, thanks to Willa, apparently her brand makes huge sale during this period, and she needed to visit her store here, it's one of her biggest. She dragged us with her, apparently this is the biggest party of the year, and our costumes are from her brand, of course. I'm dressed as Captain America, Will is Hull, Willa is Billie Eilish, and Zayn is Joker, we really are a set of clown.

Victor stood beside the first as Maria approached him with a velvet box. "Your mask," she said, opening it to reveal an intricately crafted piece. "Custom made, as you requested." Victor took it without comment, examining the half-mask of burnished gold and obsidian. It was crafted to resemble a death's head—not garish or Halloween-like, but subtle and elegant, with empty eyes that would reveal nothing of the man beneath. "Perfect," he finally said, his voice low. "Victor," Maria began, hesitating. "Are you sure about tonight? We could still—"

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.

She is recommended by Jerome so there's no way he would betray us without losing his life first. "Reveal yourself." The lady heaved a sigh of resolution as she slowly took off the butterfly mask which covered her entire face. With that, the whole room was filled with gasps. My eyes widened as my heart stopped beating. I couldn't move from my seat! My speculation was right!

When Ruby felt the firmness of my embrace, she clung to me tighter, her body shaking nonstop. It was as if she was scared out of her wits, too afraid to even sneak a peek at Seth. "Mr. Carter!" I spun, my glare as sharp as daggers, my voice booming with the fury of a scorned husband, "I never would've pegged you for this type, Carter! Using your power to bully my wife? I'm Zayden, and I won't stand for it! You'll get what's coming to you; the law will see to that!"

The character was feminine, but not very well represented in that boy's mask, bulging eyes, grotesquely curved eyebrows, large red lips open in a smile with too many sharp teeth, long and pointed nose, rosy cheeks with prominent cheekbones, all in one evil grimace. The third boy: Brighella. The jester of the Zanni's deceptions and intrigues. Masks with oblique olive eyes, almost tanned brown skin, red cheeks, comically elongated and deformed nose, dramatic defined eyebrows, abundant French-cut mustache, lips closed in a wolfish and twisted smile. Last but not least chilling: Polichinella. The ruffian, philosophical and pimp whose mask has a normal hooked nose, eyes with wrinkled eyelids, a c

Ruggerio: No way! I laugh at my best friend's extraordinary talent at making up fake idiotic names that will surely blow our covers soon. As if a Grumple and a Flores unknown to the host would spend 30k to get into the party of the year. And as soon as we will get discovered my grandfather will have my head on a plate. Good thing this is one of those stupid masked balls and even better, women at those gatherings are wild. It’s like they get a kick out of flirting in masks. I normally play big with my name to capture them. They usually find their way into my bed all by themselves when they hear my name. Unfortunately, a few beauties are hard to get rid of afterwards, but there is nothing I co

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

William disclosed. "Just because I am not your son, does that means you should hate me that much?" Bryce shuddered. "Look, I don't have time for you" he pointed to his guard, "Finish him" he hissed ordered and left the scenario laughing darkly. The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen.

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."