Night Ninja Pj Mask Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I looked down to see a small transparent box with a needle inside. "It's silver laced," she said quietly. "One jab will knock him right out, it doesn't matter how big he is." I closed my fingers around it. "Thank you." “Don't mention. We have to look out for ourselves one way or the other.” She gripped my arm tightly. "Don't let him hear fear in your voice, it will only excite him.” I nodded then I put on my mask. It was made of ivory porcelain and only covered the top half of my face, leaving my mouth visible.

My fingers shook a little as I opened the file. Inside was a mask. A sexy black mask made of soft lace and shiny silk. It would cover the eyes and upper face but leave the mouth and jaw free. Delicate black lace patterns swirled around the eye holes like dark flowers. Small shiny crystals sparkled at the edges under the street light. Thin black ribbons waited to tie at the back of the head. It looked mysterious and dangerous. The kind of mask strippers wore when they wanted to hide their identity but show everything else.

"Show yourself!" From the dark aperture of the ceiling, a pair of combat boots dropped soundlessly onto the rug. The figure stepped out of the shadows, dressed head-to-toe in matte-black tactical gear, his face entirely concealed behind a reinforced carbon-fiber mask. My eyes darted to the right shoulder of his tactical vest. Embroidered in midnight thread was a crest I knew better than my own reflection... the crest of El Paso. The masked man reached up, his gloved fingers releasing the latches on the sides of his helmet. With a soft hiss of escaping pressure, he pulled the mask away, revealing the sharp, familiar jawline and cold, calculating eyes of Alessio.

But seeing how Nina plunges into the seat in front of me unbothered due to her black fitted off-shoulder mini dress, has me feeling a bit jealous. She crosses her legs, showing off her black high heels with a slingback decorated with little diamonds. Passing me the cigarette package, she lights her cigarette and passes me the lighter too. Nina is wearing a black mask with silver embellishments, matching her blingy shoes. Her copper-blond hair is tied up into a loose bun while I chose to wear my hair open and straightened.

The ballroom was filled with music, but inside my head, everything went completely quiet. Julian Moretti stood right in front of us, wearing a soft black mask that did not hide the dark cruelty in his eyes. The light from the gold chandeliers caught the small scar across his jawline. His smile was cold and relaxed, like a cat playing with a mouse before killing it.

"How is it now? Does it fit?" Jonah smiled amusedly. He pulled at Hazel's black mask, making sure it covered her mouth and nose perfectly. "Now, this is the right fit." Hazel protested, her eyes glaring from behind the large sunglasses. "No one would recognize me here, you know!. The wig, the wide sunglasses, the face mask, even the fake mole on my face. Is all this really necessary?"

"I'm so jealous! You look amazing! Tyler is so going to drool all over you." "Thanks." I said, but it came out really quiet. It was almost too quiet to even be heard by Emily. I let out a sigh and walked in front of my long mirror that could reflect my whole body. I did actually look nice the front pieces of my hair were pulled and clipped at he back of me head and I had on a spaghetti strap black dress and a black masquerade mask. I love wearing these masks because sometimes you can't tell who the person is because they're covering there face. Especially if your a brunette. There are a lot of brunettes in my school.