Night Ninja Pj Mask Novels & Stories

"C'mon, princess. Your client's here and he's already got a bottle of Cristal on ice waiting." I shot him a deadly glare and drew in a steadying breath before putting on the glittery masquerade-style mask that covered the upper half of my face. At least my identity would be concealed from whatever sleazebag Gio had lined up. “And smileeee, I didn't hire a statue for a stripper so don't make me think otherwise” he added, I scoffed and shot him my signature Halloween smile. The nerves he has to try to patronize me seconds after manhandling me.

'' Amir grabbed his outfit and everything else he needed and rushed to the bathroom to prepare. Nikolai changed out of his current outfit and wore black jeans, a black blouse, black combat boots, and a black mask. While Amir would be intruding the strip club and disguising himself as an Omega Japanese stripper, Nikolai would be waiting for Amir’s affirmation in the electrical room to turn off the electricity. ''I'm ready~how do I look?'' A few minutes later, Amir had come out of the bathroom. Amir was in his favorite black flower-patterned kimono robe and had applied some make-up too. His plump lips were glossy pink and his cheeks were rosy due to the blush he had applied.

This mask must have some special features or functions. Nick chuckled and looked around. Then he picked up the mask and put it on. The crowd suddenly became restless, because Nick turned into a different person after he put the mask on. Nick took off the mask and said with a smile, "Everyone, this is a Yin and Yang Ghost Mask. I don't need to tell you what it can do, right? The reserve price is three thousand pieces of Fire Spinel, and the minimum bid increment is one hundred pieces of Fire Spinel."

It was far darker and deeper than the orangey red of the djinn. I shielded my eyes, blinded by the intensity and power of the aura that now clashed against the djinns. It diminished and there, a few metres away, stood a man. He was lean, tall, and muscular, wearing all black with a black cloak around his shoulders, but what got to me was that his clothing was similar to Mom’s; he had his hood up, and a black mask covered his face. His hands were gloved and the only part of him that was visible were his eyes.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

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.

"If I ever see you again, I will never have an unavailability for the week The door was forced open by those who kept me captive but their appearance was a new face which I haven't seen before. The appearance of such a person brought chills and cold fear into me. This new addition was wearing dark overall with a ninja themed mask with a cap to finish every detail he tries to create. "This is she, right?" The masked man asked as other men were listening attentively.

she told me, very matter-of-factly. The other issue I kept bringing up was about the mask. To her credit, she had managed to find one that was relatively lightweight but fit snuggly and did a pretty good job of rendering me unrecognizable. It was a Guy Fawkes mask, like the one from the movie 'V for Vendetta', all white with a big smile, curly mustache and thin goatee. My concern was less about them recognizing me through the mask and more about how to explain why I was wearing a mask at all. I hadn't spent a lot of time around male strippers, but I was pretty sure that they didn't normally wear masks. To address this, Rachel had come up with a pretty elaborate backstory.

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.