Badass In Disguise Novels & Stories

She was scared of dying, and she was too much of a coward to leave him. I guess I should thank my dad for teaching me to be the predator and not the prey. Because of him, I taught myself always to have power over those wimpy little nerds and show them who the boss is. I enjoyed being feared. It was better than being pushed around. Shoot, I even got any girl I wanted. I had bronzed skin, tousled brown hair, green eyes, and my face was strong and define, which qualified me as handsome to most girls in my school. I made sure I worked out regularly, so I had well-defined abs and biceps, so all I had to do was to pretend to be interested, and they were eager to be with me, the high school bad boy

I left her in that position, but immediately I moved my hands from untop of hers, her hands fell. Oh well that work is done! I quickly exited the bar through the back exit which nobody uses since it's a low rank bar place. After I reached my car, I took off all my disguises, let my hair down in a ponytail and put on my glasses. That knife was important to me though, but at least it got the job done. I reached home at almost twelve midnight and carefully opened the door so I don't wake anyone. As soon as I successfully got in, the dark living room was suddenly illuminated by lights causing me to flinch.

Killian also became a stronghold for Tiger, the testerone keeping him sane. Trinity and I left the mansion as planned with the two of us in a perfect disguise. Being a celebrity, she was used to wearing like an idiot in public so as to not be spotted easily. I had a big sun hat on with a doek wrapped around my head, fastened right under my chin. I completed the look with big framed sunglasses. Upon driving outside the premises, I spotted a cab parked a few meters from the mansion but paid it zero attention. My mind was running a mile per second, going over the possible scenarios of how to save my men.

Her touch brought him immense peace. All his life, he had worked hard to become powerful and had never shown his vulnerability because he didn't want anyone to take advantage of it. But only in front of her, he feels safe being powerless, being who he truly was. For the first time in his life, the Mafia boss cried and showed his weakness to someone because he trusted her. He knew his sunshine would never take advantage of his vulnerability, and he felt so free after ages. He knew he could break all his walls in front of her, and she would soothe him. Today, she was freeing him from all the fears of his past. Without wasting a second, she let go of her one-piece bikini and threw it into the c

“I trust you’ll find it… comfortable.” I fought against the rogues as they pushed me forward, fear clawing at my insides. “I won’t stay here! You can’t keep me!” The Boss moved closer, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. “Oh, but you will. I intend to make you understand just how powerless you truly are. You may think you’re strong, but I have ways of breaking even the fiercest spirit.” I glared at him, refusing to show my fear. “You’re a monster. You’ll never get away with this.”

I smiled. “Believe, don't get your hopes up. Ready!" I exclaimed, adjusting my skirt, and settling for my outfit: black blouse with a Teen Wolf logo, a red skirt with pleats; not very short because it ends four fingers before my knee, and some not-so-gothic black grunge boots. “Fantabulous.” She snapped her fingers and posed like a diva. I laughed. “You're in bad shape up here.” my index finger touched my skull. Now he had to laugh, “Madness is my best attraction.”

You answer to me, remember. She nodded and cleared her throat. "The Boss can be cocky, arrogant, controlling, manipulative, hotheaded, and attractive. What makes it worse is that he knows it. He has bloodlust. He stares at people with some undertone of rage, as though he wishes for them to mess up so he can put a bullet in them. However, the moment he looks at you or talks about you, it's gone; he is content. And that is quite far from the man most of us know, who always seems rather isolated. He trusts very few people, which includes his family. He’s searching for something." I stared at Alessia from under my full semi-permanent lashes, before grinning. Alessia was purely talented, no doubt

Tessa's POV I move swiftly across the road, in my maid's disguise. I am wearing a sexy dress beneath with a long gown that makes me look like a maid. I am using this disguise so the security or his bodyguard can let me in. I parked my car down the street and walked all the way here. When I see his house in view, I heave a sigh of relief. The walk down here isn't too far but I am getting tired already, probably because of the big dress I am wearing to disguise my identity and hide my weapon.

I am not a seasoned fighter for nothing – I bury the Alpha characteristics I worked so hard to learn under several layers in my heart, bringing out the soft, plump Omega features I know I still have, despite my best attempts. I bat my eyes at Jessie and the Princess falls for it, sitting herself beside me and calling the maid. “Maid! Fetch some fruit, will you? I must speak with my brother’s Omega.” I don’t show her how much I hate hearing that phrase – I am not anybody’s anything! But I am in disguise so I giggle, toss my head, and fall into conversation with the Princess. “Your disguise to gain access to the palace was very smart,” I compliment her, and Jessie giggles, pressing a hand to h

"Bastard!" Matteo growled when he found himself sprawled on the floor, unaware of who had pushed him. The 32-year-old man staggered towards a bed, because even in his heavily intoxicated state, he knew that lying on a bed was much more comfortable than lying on the cold floor. Under the influence of the psychedelic drugs Adrian had slipped into his drink, Matteo began to hallucinate and feel euphoric when he saw the girl he liked asleep on the bed wearing only her underwear, while the beautiful dress that had been clinging to her body lay on the floor.