Badass In Disguise Novels & Stories

Catherine mumbled with a smile. "Of course, he was!" "Let's just allow him to have this, okay, hun?" "Fine." Silent fell between them for a moment. Then Catherine watched Rome walk over to their closet, and then she asked, "If you didn't wear a disguise because of the Billboards, then why did you?" "Because it's no secret that I'm not qualified to be where I am, and I might have the respect and fear of others, but they don't belong to me, and I didn't earn it. My father did." Rome said, taking a white t-shirt from the closet.

She says and I pick my weapons and give one look at my grandma and she nods her head. “Oh, and the earpiece in your ear is so we can communicate with you if for any reason you lose that phone. Press and hold the implant behind your ear, then your disguise will appear. Everything about you, what you wear and carry, will be concealed. You could be in full combat gear armed to the teeth, but on the outside you will be in disguise and no one will be none the wiser. Happy hunting baby.” She says and I nod once and leave as I make my way to the garage. I walk past the women as they get to work, leaving the headquarters to scout ahead. I lift my head, feeling something inside of me rising to the ch

The nerdy disguise worked too well—thick glasses perched awkwardly on my face, my wild curls braided tightly and hidden beneath a midnight-black wig. The wig reeked of something pungent, a mix of dust and sweat that clung to my nose. I grimaced, already dreading the inevitable visit to a hairdresser after this madness was over. But at least the disguise bought me anonymity. One look was all anyone gave me before moving on, uninterested. I blended right into the others—many of whom, judging by their smell, had camped outside Trove all night in anticipation. Adjusting the I.D. card that hung around my neck, I tightened my grip on the foreign-feeling camera. The badge had been Adam’s doing, rel

The club was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights, sultry music, and the intoxicating mix of expensive whiskey and bad decisions. I walked in with purpose, each step calculated, each movement designed to draw attention.. but not too much. My disguise was perfect: a sleek black wig that fell in waves past my shoulders, smoky eye makeup that made my gaze dark and unreadable, and a tight red dress that clung to my curves like a second skin. I felt different. Powerful. I took a seat at the bar, crossing my legs slowly, deliberately. My eyes scanned the room, pretending to be uninterested, pretending to be here for nothing more than a drink and maybe a little fun.

Killian said to the well dressed chauffeur as the young man bowed slightly and headed into the garage. We were both well dressed and ready to leave, I wore a dark make-up look to complete my look. I have never dressed like this before, my outfit looked empowering. Giving me the vibe of a badass female lead in an action movie. The vibe of a woman that can get any man on his knees… Except Killian Wesley.

She uses braces, even though her teeth are straight and perfect. She wears a dark-colored foundation on her exposed skin, to look darker than her usual fair skin tone. Her clothes are loose and ill-fitting, not at all suitable for her frame. But living between the made men is like living in the middle of the beasts. You should always be on guard. So she disguised herself as a freak. That worked and no one usually looks at her a second time. She usually blends in well with her surroundings, never garnering attention to herself. LUCA Vitiello is the Boss of the New York outfit. Since the time he became the Boss, he started to take over almost half the other outfits under his control. Now, more

"I will take back all my glory. This is not too bad!" ** Adrian planned it perfectly. For disguise, he used a fake license plate that he already had to fool his ex-girlfriend when he dated other women. Adrian smiled wider when he discovered the area he was picking up was a quiet residential area that allowed him to play perfectly. A beautiful woman in a yellow dress and a spotted leopard coat stands at the bus stop. Her body scent is so different. Adrian's eyes quickly turn red, and his black nails appear. “No! No! I must hold on until we get to the right place!” he mutters.

By Saturday morning, I was so immersed in the character I was playing that when I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. “You look like trouble,” Maddox said, appearing behind me as I studied my reflection. He was wearing a black suit and had disguised himself with darker hair and contacts that changed his eyes from brown to grey. He looked like a completely different person. “I look terrified,” I corrected. “That too. But no one will see your fear. They’ll see confidence instead.” He adjusted my dress, his hands lingering a moment longer. “Remember the signal. If you need me, touch your necklace. Just once. I’ll be watching.”

“You just got back into the mansion, Luna Sophia. Do you really think going out now would be a good idea?” I can hear what she’s saying. It definitely wouldn’t be the best idea, but it’s also not an entirely bad idea. “I’ll wear a disguise.” I give that response like it’s the most obvious thing to do in the situation though it strikes me almost at the same time that a disguise probably wouldn’t be as efficient as I’d think it’d be, especially now that a certain video is out there, one that shows me being thrown off a balcony and into a man’s arms.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and, damn I looked hot. My six-pack and chest were perfectly chistled and toned, courtesy of my gym visits, and my black hair was, as per usual, messy and unkempt. I turned and walked out of the bathroom to see Leia just pulling her bed covers back. Given her weakened, drunk state of mind, it looked painful to watch. I walked up to her and pulled her covers back. "Here," I said. She looked over at me, slightly startled, and her gaze swept over my torso and chest.