Badass In Disguise Novels & Stories

The elevator would have cut off our call. “As a disguise.” “Why do I need a disguise?” “Because it’s for women. Or naked.” “Naked?” My steps faltered. “The men are naked.” I ignored the thundering beat behind my temples at the thought of her surrounded by a bunch of naked men. She wasn’t anywhere sleazy. Just somewhere women with too much money wanted to feel a little scandalized. Those naked men were either servers or dancers. I doubted Allie got too cozy with any of them. “Don’t worry, I have my lipstick and my high heels in the trunk.”

“I also stopped by the two closest of my safe rooms and retrieved the cash and supplies I’d stored there.” “Well aren’t you Mister-Fucking-Efficient,” I say, in between bites of my breakfast sandwich. He ignores the jibe and proceeds to empty another one of the bags onto the bed—disguise items, including wigs, boxes of various-colored contact lenses, and facial prosthetics. This leaves one remaining bag, which I assume is filled with cash and fake I.D.s. Indicating the disguise items, he says, “This will hardly do the job of T.H.E.M.’s Appearance Artificers—what was your nickname for them again?”

Denny said when we were finally away from the others. I stopped and turned. “Let me see you,” he added. “Why? Don’t I look pretty?” “You have great taste, true… but I prefer…you.” My power ceased at once. Without my doing. What the hell? My disguise dropped just because he said he preferred me? Seriously? “How do I look now?” I asked, my voice came out deeper. Unrecognisable. “Annoying. Handsome,” he muttered. I stood still. Said nothing.

I took a nice long shower; all my body ached, and then I put on my uniform, purposely taking my time. I stepped out of the door and walked less. than ten steps before realizing I didn't know which way to go. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see a lady. I hate talking to people who have glasses on; they seem like know-it-alls, and this lady wore one. This time, I really needed her help. "Hello Jeanne," she said slowly, reading my name tag. Why are you still in the dormitory block at this time? 'I'm kinda lost ma'am'

“Supportive my ass. You did this to yourself. But whatever. If she sees us, you’re gonna have to explain. Then she needs another week or two. Your trouble, man. Not mine.” “Maybe you should get laid. You’re being a pain in my ass.” “I will always be your pain in your ass if you don’t act like an adult. I mean, look at you?” He turned to look at me in the passenger seat. “Who does that? What kind of disguise are you even doing?” I wore sunglasses and a baseball cap. “This is how I blend in.” “And what about me and the car, huh?” I sat straight, took off the cap, and ran my fingers through my hair. “You are fucking annoying.”

The bass from the club shook the floor like a heartbeat. She sat in front of the mirror, tugging her thigh-high boots up, smoothing her fishnets. The white nurse outfit was cropped short, the front straining against her tits. A red cross stitched across one side, the other about to burst open. Her fishnets cut into her thighs in the best way. She tied the sheer mask over her face—her secret armor. Out there, she wasn’t Bella. She wasn’t a stepdaughter trapped in a messy family. She was Sugar Vixen, the people’s favorite.

she wiped her tears. **** *** **** *** **** The room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds were the loud, crazy moans and the slapping of laps. "Gosh" "More baby, more please" His d**k inside her filling all of her, every inch of her. She wants him so badly, she's a bitch afterall, her eyes rolled as he banged her madly, her loud moans filled the room. Kade Gilbert, a rich playboy notorious for his psychotic behavior, was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. He didn't care about anything or anyone, living life on his own terms, no matter how wild or bad they seemed.

Now that chance rested entirely on her trembling shoulders. --- The Plan Amara glanced down at her disguise—a tailored black dress that clung to her body, elegant but functional, paired with a fur-lined coat. Her hair was styled in loose waves, her lips painted a dangerous shade of crimson. To the casual observer, she looked like one of Lorenzo’s many female companions, the kind who flocked to him for wealth and protection. But beneath the folds of her coat, strapped against her thigh, was a blade. In the lining of her purse, a hidden recorder. And tucked inside her bra, a tiny earpiece that crackled with the faintest sound of static.

Because of her mother’s wrath, she was sent to the Carter’s Group of Companies to be a secretary and instead of having fun on her summer vacation she was stuck being a secretary with the arrogant CEO. She planned everything on her mind. She can’t be called badass for nothing. But everything she planned out got destroyed when she met the CEO, who happens to be more badass than her! Everything she does is always flawed and she always being lost in the end! This is her first time being defeated by the arrogant CEO! If Millijay is the badass secretary, then Farris is the living devil CEO!

she nodded, but immediately defended, "he keeps everything formal and businesslike here. So, you will be addressed as Miss Kasdeya also." "Sure, no problem." "I'll leave you now to unpack your things. I'll see you downstairs in an hour," she tilted her chin up again (I realized a habit), then she left the room immediately. The moment I was alone, I laid down on bed, contemplating on what I got into. Weighing the good and the evil. Disguising is a lie, but I had to help aunt Jodie. I called aunt Jodie and informed her that Calliope accepted me as a reliever. She was so happy and tearful when we talked. I did not tell her about my disguise, it would only worry her.