Celebrity Disguise Novels & Stories

"I heard enough hurtful words when I married Liam. I don't want it to get worse and become a national gold digger in this country." Noah seemed to think of a solution because he is grasping his chin. "Then do a disguised look!" I cackled. "That's so stupid!" "Why is it stupid when it works for some celebrities?" "You are more likely to be recognized if you try to wear hideous things just to hide yourself." I rolled my eyes at him teasingly. "Just wear a cap and tee, stupid." "Did you just called me stupid?" I asked, narrowing my eyes on him.

“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?”

It is more than just a wig, a contact lens or even a voice changer, that those things are sometimes useful upon the discerning eyes of a particular person who can still identify someone with just a glance, even if they are in a disguise. There are times that one must not need to change their overall appearance, but is already sufficient enough to fool anyone even if one may have the slightly same appearance. After all, the greatest feat that a spy can master when it comes to disguise, is to completely be another person even with the slightly same appearance. A slight change will do, like a mid- length hair than a very long one, a change in clothes such as from a very elegant and simple to be

"I’ll just call and tell them you cheated." "Mum!" I exclaimed. "Don’t ‘Mum’ me. You’ve made me move from one beautiful estate to another because of paparazzi." She wasn’t wrong. The last house had to be sold when the press found out where we lived. Dad had us relocated to get away from the chaos. "Come on, forgive and forget. Besides, I’m not going as me. I’ll be in disguise." She eyed me suspiciously. "No clown costumes." I perked up. "So, I can go?"

he corrected him but he had already disconnected the call. Mr. Warnock sighed and stared hard at the woman in disguise with dark sunglasses covering her eyes and a scarf over what looked like a wig. It was clear that she was a celebrity under disguise considering the number of bodyguards all around her and the media and fans going crazy outside the gallery for her. He watched while the marketing team made the deal and sold all the paintings to her. However, he was flabbergasted to see her wiping her tears as she stood in front of each of the paintings. Who was she? Why did she buy them all?

Now, the sky was dotted with twinkling, diamond-like stars and a crescent moon—a sign for my upcoming move with Noah. As I sat in the Honda Civic, waiting for a glimpse of Andrew, I adjusted the curly gray atop my head and wrapped the floral shawl tight around it. The lack of makeup on my face left me feeling naked, but it best fit my elderly woman getup, short of adding any wrinkles and age spots to my typically flawless skin. Noah and I had agreed that it would be best for me to come to the mansion in disguise, in case of paparazzi, and this elderly woman disguise was the best that we could think of with limited resources. I still could not believe that this was really happening. I was lea

viola and salomi started teasing srinithi she pouted and turned her face she is reminding everything whether she forgotten anything or not finally they came near auditorium it's full of crowd and many celebrities are present here from around the world media, celebrities, high class families many are present here celebrities are going on the red carpet srinithi tried calling don but it's engage srinithi sighed and seen a elegant lady in her mid forties she is looking extreme pretty even in this age she is wearing saree but her border layer of saree struck in door as car moved near the shoulder the blouse and saree both torn before media notices her srinithi covered her and took her aside

After she applied a skin softener and her favorite perfume with a scent of gardenia, she strolled towards the closet and pouted her lips while choosing a suitable dress for her engagement. “Wow!” Jasmine clapped both of her hands Adrienne emerged from her bedroom dolled up for her engagement tonight. Adrienne was no longer comfortable in her skin, especially with the tattoo on her neck. “Do I look weird in this dress?” “No, but it emphasized your not-so-gifted breasts. Do you think he will not mind it?” “I’m not a whore, Jasmine, and that guy doesn’t care about boobs and vaginas. He’s into men but he couldn’t tell his family about it. I have to pose as her girlfriend tonight.”

" Bella groans into my mouth when I tug her close and kiss her fervently, before I lead her back outside to get some coffee and do a little more socializing. Before long Bella's remaining giddiness about disappears, even through I can tell that her partial state of undress is bothering her a little whenever someone glances at her more or less exposed breasts. It seems to help a little that several people - of both sexes - are wearing a lot less, but she blushes when a while later Gerard brings in a platter full of sandwiches wearing nothing except for a clear plastic cock cage and a few stark red cane marks on his ass. "Looks like you haven't been the only one not on their best behavior yest

A few times I nearly stumbled and got caught but in the end, I managed to sneak into the restaurant they went to have a meal. Yet again, I couldn’t bring myself to fire at her. This woman made me feel like we had known each other all our lives when we had never properly met before. When she smiled, I blanked out. I was certain I had seen that smile somewhere. The timer went off on my phone before I remembered why I was there. Andre had promised to erase the footage so I wouldn’t show up later but I couldn’t trust him. I went to the restroom and put on my disguise of a hoodie and the scarf that covered most of my face, as well as a pair of huge goggles. When I returned, I didn’t go back to my