Night Ninja Pj Mask Novels & Stories

Silk pajamas were hell for fighting in under the blanket but they made damn fine theater when you wanted to look more innocent than you were. He turned, eyes unreadable but not blank. “You planning to sleep in that mask?” “I didn’t know I had one on.” “Rabbit,” he said, walking slowly toward me like the floor had opinions about me, “you wear your masks better than your silk dresses. It’s fine with me. But today I smell the fear underneath.” “You’re projecting,” I said, fluffing up the pillow with the same grace you’d use to disarm a landmine. “Maybe it’s your cologne making me dreamy.”

I turned, my black lace mask shielding my eyes, but not the smirk that tugged at my lips. The man before me wore a simple silver mask that accentuated the sharp line of his jaw and the shadow of stubble. Tall, broad-shouldered, his black shirt clung to a chest that spoke of power, not just from suits but from real control. In this place, Nocturne, where masks hid faces and secrets fueled the night, anonymity was the only rule.

"We need to remain the 'Hidden Faces.' The myth is more effective than the celebrity." The team adopted the "Masked Protocol." When operating under the LNI banner, they wore tactical gear reinforced with Aether-dampening mesh and high-impact masks that obscured their identities while projecting the LNI emblem. They were to be seen as a force of nature - faceless, efficient, and undeniable.

Zane continues before ending the call. I ran to my bike, opened the compartment behind and put on the leather jacket I kept inside just in case. I took out my mask, which is enough to cover my mouth and one of my eyes, leaving a hole for me to look. I drew a mouth and other designs on it to make it look cool and it's safe to say that I'm proud of it. If you've ever watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might have an idea or two. It looks just like kaneki's, but mine is better.

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.

My heart stops as I turn to look at the screen. At first, I think it’s Josie. My stomach twists, ready to drop. But no—it’s not her. It’s Prince. The video is grainy, green-tinted like it’s being recorded with a night-vision camera. He’s in a tiny, cramped space—so small he can’t even stretch his legs out fully, let alone lie down. My fists clench as I watch him claw at the walls, screaming and pounding on the door. He’s trapped, like an animal in a cage.

I released a breath and tugged down my black feathered mask. My mask was an essential part of my night job as DJ Butterfly. I wore it because it not only gave me some form of anonymity, it allowed me to pretend that I was someone else, at least for a while. Behind the turntable and the mask I was Butterfly, confident, sexy, not-at-all-in-debt-with-a-technically-dead-sister-in-the-hospital. As Butterfly I could pretend to love my too-sharp curves and my big mouth that didn't mind spewing whatever I was thinking when provoked.

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 man was still standing with his arms folded, slowly turning around, and Ning Yan lost her voice and exclaimed out, "Ji Du!" Only to see that person's face wearing a silver and white mask, the lower right corner of the mask is engraved with the word "plan", condensed smoke breathing became anxious, did not dare to move a little bit, and did not dare to blink a little eyes looking at him. The man slowly raised his hand, placed it on the mask, and slowly removed the mask, his eyes were ice cold, and Ning Yan was so scared that her face turned pale, and she couldn't say a word.