Celebrity Disguise Novels & Stories

I look up to see Jackson pushing through the crowd of reporters, wearing the most ridiculous disguise I've ever seen: a fake mustache, sunglasses, and a hat that says "I'm Not Famous." "Jackson, what the hell are you wearing?" "Last-minute disguise," he says seriously, then leans in to whisper. "I figured if I looked suspicious enough, they'd assume I was just a crazy fan." Despite everything, I can't help but laugh. "That... actually might be working. They're all staring at you instead of me." "I know, right? I'm a genius." He grins. "Luna told me you needed backup. She's scary when she gives orders, by the way. I think I'm in love."

“And in that short time, you’ve proven yourself reliable. Keen and smart.” It’s already been almost six months since I started the disguise mission. Six months of sitting in front of codes and pretending I was just another regular employee who lived off caffeine and deadlines. Yet, my target is still alive and breathing… even prettier since the first time we met. Stupid mafia, stop it. I gave him a humble nod. “Thank you, Sir. I just try to do my best at my job.” Mr. Jafersons looked pleased. “You’ve done more than that. I see potential in you, Keigh Russo. Perhaps, the next in line with Ms. Moretti?”

A few minutes later, just before the car pulls up outside the building, Ella reaches into a small bag and hands me a plain surgical mask and a pair of oversized sunglasses. “You need these now,” she says with a teasing smile. “You’re officially a celebrity.” Then she also drapes a simple jacket over my shoulders, hiding the elegant gown beneath it. I laugh. “I still can’t get used to hearing that.. “You’d better start.” Shaking my head with another laugh, I put on the disguise before stepping out of the car. Thankfully, it works. No one gives me a second glance as I make my way through the hospital lobby and toward my mother’s room.

People on the internet are really bunch of weirdos. "Where's your disguise?" I quickly locked my car door when I caught Johnny trying to step out without a single cover on his face. He turned to me, confused. "What disguise?" "You idiot," I glared as I leaned slightly to pull his hair. My manager winced and glared back at me. "In case you forgot, you've also became an instant celebrity because of me. My fans would quickly recognize you, and even me!" I was wearing a disguise, but with him beside me fully uncovered like this, it'll be a giveaway.

A shopping bag dangled from her hand, and her grin was wide. “Ladies,” she declared, “today we become undercover agents.” Before either of them could ask, she dug into her bag and pulled out a curly wig, a bright scarf, and oversized sunglasses. Annie blinked. “Sussy… what even is this?” “A disguise, duh!” Sussy tossed the wig onto her head and wrapped the scarf dramatically around her neck. “We can’t exactly investigate Damien and Claire’s past looking like ourselves. What if Adrian or Damien see us?”

Only Zayn, the most skillful one, could pull this off. After hearing all of Larissa's compliments, Zayn turned giddy with joy. Immediately, he patted his chest and made a promise. He vowed to disguise Larissa so that even Skye's mother wouldn't be able to tell them apart. Zayn's specialty was disguise. Due to his status as a celebrity, he often disguised himself before going out. Sometimes, he even dressed up as a woman! After Zayn worked his magic, Larissa looked at herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

My fingers closed around the instruments of disguise, and I began the careful transformation. When I finally stood in line with the horde of hungry reporters outside Trove, my heart was already lodged somewhere in my throat. The crowd was a mass of elbows and shoulders, cameras and impatient murmurs. They jostled against one another, straining for the moment the doors would open. I caught my reflection in the glossy window of a news van and almost laughed. There was honestly no way anyone could recognize me. 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.

How, you ask? Disguises. A pair of tinted sunglasses, a shaggy, dirty trouser, and the world's most unassuming hoodie — Leonardo Knight looks more like someone’s awkward cousin than Hollywood's golden boy. I have on a baseball cap and oversized shades. We plan to stay incognito for as long as we can. Four middle-aged men come up on stage and the crowd goes feral. Behind the tinted shades, I can almost see Leo's eyes glow with joy. That has to be the cold people... Coldplay?

If he thinks this is crazy, he ought to see the other things I do to escape the public's eyes. "The one and only," I say, flashing him a smirk. "What are you wearing?" I pull my wig off because it's starting to itch. My eyes refuse to meet Axon's." A disguise." He starts putting two and two together. You can see the wheels turning in his head. "Why did you lie to me?" He asks, looking directly into my eyes. "Look, Axon, I'll tell you everything but can we at least just get out of here?" I can't risk the paparazzi bombarding us.

Diana exclaimed. "Wow, Madam, you actually recognized me under all this disguise?!" Mitbahl said, his face a picture of astonishment as he touched the mask covering his face. Diana looked him up and down. "Why have you transformed yourself like this?" Mitbahl was wearing a cap and had his entire face concealed behind a mask, making him look like a celebrity in disguise. "Oh, Madam, you know, it's better for the secret guard not to be too conspicuous. Low profile, you know."