Authors Barely Disguised Novels & Stories

WITHOUT HIM YOU'RE NOTHING... The estate carried a heavy stillness the following morning, the kind that always seemed to come before a storm. Abigail woke with that same weight pressing on her chest, but there was no hesitation in her movements. She dressed carefully, choosing a soft gray dress that clung to her frame with understated elegance. It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t meant to impress. It was her statement: quiet strength.

“I want to savor this.” Aurora swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she started to unbutton the dress. The fabric slid down, leaving her body bare in the cold air. She tried to keep her eyes on the floor, not wanting to see the hunger in his stare, but she could feel it like a touch. When the dress pooled around her feet, she was left only in the thin lingerie Madam Elena had given her.

She carefully slipped into the garment, its fabric cascading around her in a graceful flow. As she surveyed herself in the mirror, Ava made a deliberate choice to leave her face bare. The simplicity of her appearance reflected the easygoing nature of the day and added a touch of authenticity to her style. With a satisfied smile, she left the mirror behind, the anticipation of Bryan's arrival propelling her forward.

Barely. Misha led me through the glass doors like nothing happened, as if we hadn’t just been stopped at the gates with me looking like a beggar in rags. His chin high, stride lazy and unbothered, while I shrank beside him, painfully aware of every pair of eyes that turned toward us. And then the whispers started. Low murmurs behind manicured hands as they were undressing me with disdain instead of desire. “She’s wearing that?” “Is it a dare?”

Adrienne was transfixed by the beauty in front of her. When Natalya strutted her legs towards them, Adrienne couldn't help but wonder where the woman had gotten the strength to go braless. Her spaghetti-strapped dress had high slits on the sides, which meant that every time she made a step, a large piece of her flesh was revealed on the outside.

But all he got was the same cold glare from that old man. He gritted his teeth and hissed towards Sera and start the presentation that was told to him to prepare.. more like threaten him to prepare. 'One brat and his two useless friends' The title showed up, Kevin read the title in a low voice-first but seeing the Grandpa glare he read it out loud while pursing his lips together in embarrassment.

I nodded in agreement as I carefully dismounted from the horse. I felt a slight ache in my leg from the long ride. "I appreciate you, Calder. Let's just lay low." He replied, "Aye. Isn't that why you are disguised as an herbalist and not a princess?" I covered my face with the hood I was wearing. I was dressed in thick traveling clothes and a plain cloak that could absorb dust, unlike my usual flowing gowns.

I opened the card. The handwriting was jagged and heavy, pressed into the expensive paper with enough force to leave indentations. Wear the red dress for the rehearsal. The one with the open back. I want to see what I bought. My vision tunneled. The words blurred and refocused, blurred and refocused. Open back. Exposed. On display for everyone to see. But that wasn't what made my blood run cold. It was the implication underneath those words. I want to see what I bought.

The next day, I chose a light gray dress—plain and unassuming, yet elegant in cut. Its plainness enabled it to become part of the background without drawing undue attention. Yet, there existed an undeniable elegance in its folds, a subdued sophistication that betrayed practical elegance more than flamboyance. It was a choice made with intention—one that expressed restraint, dignity, and a subtle air of poise worthy of the day to come.It was armor, in its own manner—subtle, unobtrusive, yet calculated. Jay was busy in the meeting room, strategizing with his economic advisor, a fellow who interpreted financial projections the way a general studied maps of battlefields. Their discussion had gon

I grimaced and she shook her head, causing both of us to laugh. "Okay, let's get this on you and we'll see how bad it is," she said, taking the hanger down. I changed into the dress, Norah zipping it all the way up for me in the back. We both looked at the dress in the mirror. The draped fabric in the front hid the fact I was braless well, but I knew as soon as I was hit with a cool gust of wind, it would be obvious. Just as I was about to point this out, Aubrey and Hanna walked into the bedroom with a shared bag of chips.