Superhero Pj Masks Novels & Stories

Duke said with some hesitation "Do you doubt my work? Duke Hyper-realistic face masks are made from a flexible silicone material and are designed to imitate real human features all the way down to a tiny freckle and fine wrinkles. No one will ever know the difference. Lelia will never know you have been putting on a realist mask. Now stop straining your brain and go to sleep. You will get the mask tomorrow morning," Stanley said and hung up .

I wore the jumpsuit and attached the cat ears to my hair, then glued the mask to my face. My nose and mouth weren't covered by the mask, just the area around my eyes. I wore thigh-high boots and looked in the mirror. It looked perfect. I applied a little lip gloss and perfume before I headed out. The guests were already arriving in their hero and villain-themed outfit. I saw a Spiderman, then Superman, oh, there's a Joker too. I saw another person dressed as Wonder Woman and another one dressed as Thor, and he even brought along a hammer too.

With masks in hand, I knelt down to their level, ensuring I had their undivided attention. "Hey, guys," I began, my voice tinged with excitement. "Do you want to play a game? We're going to be secret superheroes today. I have these masks for each of you, and all you have to do is wear them and promise me you won't take them off no matter what. Can you do that?" Wide-eyed with anticipation, the triplets eagerly nodded their heads, their energy contagious. They quickly adorned their masks, giggling at their newfound secret identities. My heart swelled with a mixture of pride and love for my little superheroes.

Awake now, amid the wreckage and scattered feathers, I have at least reclaimed my dignity and freedom. I inhale deeply and reach for the intercom. "Let all departments know, we're meeting in five minutes in the conference room for the new project launch." The past was behind me, and the future seemed bright. No one could easily sway my world anymore.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

Prince POV The moment stretches in silence before his phone rings. He glances at the screen and answers briskly. “Giovanni!” he barks, his tone immediately hostile. He listens for a moment, his frown deepening. “Why do you need my son?” His voice hardens further. “If it’s business, you should be calling him. Piero, come on—you know he’s taken over.” He suddenly thrusts the phone toward me, his expression sharp and impatient. “Here. Deal with it.”