Night Ninja Pj Mask Novels & Stories

I haven't slept since. I laid on the old cotton bed with the wooden frame underneath. It wasn't as soft as you think. I let my eyes slowly wind down, closing and letting everything drift me to sleep. It was better than the eerie silence of Kali's cave but not as nice as Mattie's Cabin. "Jamie," yelled Jofrorli, rushing into our barracks wearing a mask similar to my own. The shade was a different color, a different material. "What do ya think, dashing no? I look like a real assassin now."

In a world full of blood, illegalities, and other bad things,. Amethyst adjusted herself. He didn't wear a mask because he didn't need to let it be known that he was Nightmare, the one feared by other mafia members, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline and focus. Tonight, she would fight not just to win but to reclaim a part of herself that had been suppressed for far too long. As much as possible, she wants to release everything inside her—all her emotions. As she approached the group of opponents from the De Rosel Mafia, she could see their eyes narrow, sizing up the newcomers.

he teased, his voice low and playful. I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile. "Just making sure you haven't lost your touch." "Trust me," he said, stepping closer, "I haven't." I turned my attention back to my own gear, strapping a knife to my thigh and tucking a small pistol into the holster at my side. The black, form-fitting outfit we wore made us look like shadows, ready to slip into the night unnoticed. Giovanni handed me a mask, identical to the one he wore.

Zeek had collected his certificate on his behalf, and that only intensified my sadness. Once I got home, Jahlema dropped off the costume. I took a shower, put on bold makeup, and slipped into the outfit. I now wore a black and red, skin-tight, short ninja costume with a low v-cut and thigh-high boots. A black mask covered my mouth, and I picked up the swords to complete the look. My hair was styled into two buns with chopsticks crossed to form an 'X.' Smiling at my reflection, I grabbed my phone and purse, then went downstairs when I heard a honk outside. Stepping out, the cold air enveloped me, but I didn't mind. Daniel looked up from his phone, leaning against his car, and his eyes widened

He gave out a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. The rest of Saturday night passed in a blur of homework I couldn’t focus on and a weird, restless energy humming under my skin. By Sunday evening, that energy had twisted into full-blown nerves. The masquerade party was tonight. ********** Soon it was night and I could already hear the noises from the hall. I looked at Janna from my mirror, and she was already done. She was putting on a purple shimmer dress, and beside her was her purple feathered mask.

After Plan B was finally determined, it was already past midnight. Jessica went back to her room to take a quick shower and then went to bed. As soon as she opened the door, Jessica saw a tall man standing up from the sofa, stumbling towards her. "Mask! Are you alright?” Jessica thought Mask might be sick, because he walked staggeringly and his face was very red. It looked like there was something wrong with him. Mask did not answer. Hearing Jessica’s voice, the man found it harder to control himself... Mask’s pupils dilated with a note of danger, like a fire was lit up and burning in his eyes.

Filling the doorway like he owned the entire room, like this had been his plan all along. He leaned against the frame with the ease of someone who belonged everywhere, even in places he shouldn’t. His mask still covered his face—black and sharp, with edges that caught the faint glow of the lamp. It made him look more dangerous, almost unreal, like a figure that had stepped out of a nightmare and yet looked far too perfect to be human.

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

He had the audacity to comment on my outfit. "Shut up." I said, he gasped and held his heart sarcastically. "My name is Miles, I'm a ninja." He said, bowing at me. He was wearing a black outfit with a short cap behind him which was also black, he had a mask on his face that covered the whole face, except the eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said, his voice sounded muffled against the mask, he pulled down the mask showing a handsome face as well.

That was the reason I was panicking. A man entered the room. I gulped hard in nervousness. That man was wearing a pair of PJs. That did nothing to hide his shamelessly erect crotch. He was not wearing any shirt. His rock hard chest and perfectly toned eight pack abs. But he had a mask on his face. Keeping his identity from me. That mask was covering his eyes and nose. The rest of his face was not covered.