Authors Barely Disguised Novels & Stories

Something was brewing between them and it was only a matter of time before they broke the news to us. They thought they were hiding it so well but we saw the glances, the sneaky smiles, and lots of texting while they thought no one was watching them. “What are you thinking of?” Alejandro’s soft timbre erupted from my musing. I refocused my attention on him to find him standing right there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Those washboard abs, the way his upper body was so big and sculpted, only to narrow down around the waist and descend to taut, pulled legs with muscles that looked like they’d pop at any moment… I salivated a little!

ALERT: EMBEDDED PACKET DISPERSION DETECTED. ​"They’re duplicating the stencil digitally," Julian whispered, a look of profound awe breaking through his exhaustion. He pointed to the shifting code strings at the bottom of the display. "Look at the signature tags, Chiamaka. Someone in the Zaria market didn't just share the file—they used an old offline text editor to translate your printed layout into a lightweight, compressed data string. It’s only two kilobytes now. It can bounce between phones in a fraction of a second."

Brandon demanded. Julia’s fingers trembled as she scrolled. The article was formatted like a legitimate piece—quotes, a supposedly leaked résumé, a quote attributed to an unnamed ‘family insider’. The worst part was the mockery in the language, the way it attempted to reduce a woman’s life to ambition. Arthur swore under his breath and pushed back from the table. “It’s forged.” “It’s not just forged,” Brandon said, voice low, dangerous. “Someone designed it to hit the exact places that bleed.”

My name is Anthonia Obiajulum. You can shorten to Tonia and Juls. Whichever you like. I'm extremely friendly and love to talk about anything so you can always slide in the DM. This book is a work of fiction and all characters, incidents and organisations herein are fictional! This book is rated 18+. But I'll still say it again. It's not for kids please! It will contain explicit sexual content, and a lot of dirty words. I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops.

I stripped my suit off, exposing my white button up shirt. "Go on" Fabrico urged, his armd crossed in front of him, his brown orbs were dark as they trailed down my body . I started taking off the buttons on my shirt, until I stripped it down to the last. His teeth bit on his button lip. My pink cotton bra came to view making me cringe. I don't have anything lacy or sexy, but still Fabrico is staring at me as if I'm the best thing he's ever seen. I unbuttoned my pant and slipped it off. Thankful, I was wearing a matching set of undies today even if they were cotton.

Its purplish-blue light illuminated the neckline of the socialite's dress. A magical scene unfolded as several letters slowly appeared on the fabric. "Made by Jennifer." Yet, as Lana switched off the flashlight, those words mysteriously vanished once more. Lana continued her demonstration, repeatedly shining the flashlight on the socialite's dress. Each time she did, the words "Made by Jennifer" would appear, only to vanish when the light was turned off. The socialite Lana had called out couldn't help but chuckle, triumphantly declaring, "It's authentic!"

Just as Nana was about to suggest calling off the charade, a new face appeared at the edge of the dais. Ayra, a young woman from a minor pack with hair the color of burnished copper, stood there, her head bowed in demure respect. Unlike the other girls, her dress was simple yet elegant, devoid of ostentatious jewelry. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were downcast, a stark contrast to her usual fiery spirit. Nana recognized her instantly. Ayra was known for her gentle nature and unwavering loyalty – qualities that were sorely lacking in the other candidates.

The door creaked open the following morning, and I jolted awake, rubbing my eyes. The taller of the two men was in the doorway, his face impassive.He didn't speak a word but hurled a bag towards me."Get dressed. We depart in fifteen minutes."My fingers shook as I dug into the bag and drew out the clothes. The material was outrageously thin, a shining, almost-transparent fabric that was meant to cling to every contour. A clubbing outfit intended to tantalize—a flesh-hugging, lace-trimmed dress that showed virtually everything.

Byan smiled crookedly; he was happy after getting the evidence he had been investigating. Time passed so quickly that the clear sky had turned dark, accompanied by scattered stars that decorated the night. Clarita looked elegant in her long-sleeved turtleneck midi dress in salmon color. She tied her hair in half and left the rest loose in curls at the bottom. Her simple make-up looked perfect on her beautiful face.

With a trembling hand, he reached up and began to remove the various disguises that concealed his true appearance. One by one, Adrian unfolded his hair, revealing a different color and texture beneath the artificial locks. He carefully pulled out his eyelashes and removed the colored contact lenses that had masked his true eye color. As he shed his disguises, his features transformed, exposing the person he had concealed for so long.