Celebrity Disguise Novels & Stories

He wasn't wearing his disguise and it triggered me. “What are you doing? Can you kindly wear your disguise please? I don't want to see you anywhere near me while I'm dressed like this in public.” “But you wore this for me, didn't you?” “I wore it for myself. Wear your disguise.” I was barely playing and he seemed to catch on to my panic. “Okay okay.” He surrendered. His disguise consisted of fake beards, glasses and contacts to make it even more convincing, then he wore his hair differently. The only thing that stayed the same with him was his clothes and that manly scent that drove me crazy.

Fueled by desperation and fear, she decided to take matters into her own hands. With the assistance of a skilled professional, she transformed herself into an entirely different persona, donning the attire of an Indian celebrity. A resplendent sari, vibrant and ornate, gracefully enveloped her figure, masking her identity beneath its folds. Layers of meticulously applied makeup concealed her features, hidding her true self in an enigmatic aura. No one recognized her; she didn’t even recognize herself, not even when she came across Nicholas at the entrance. Cloaked in her disguise, she felt like a different person and with that feelings came a new found confidence.

Our target: Jessica’s highly esteemed charity gala—an event she had carefully planned and was set to host in a week. The night before the gala, I put on my most perfect disguise: a sophisticated masquerade mask and an elegant gown that would blend seamlessly with the high-society crowd. My team and I had worked tirelessly to infiltrate the event, ensuring every detail was perfectly executed. We were about to deliver the most significant blow yet.

“You’ve been so kind to me and Andrea. I’ll never be able to repay you for everything you’ve done.” Before he could respond, I pulled him into a tight embrace. “You idiot,” he murmured, a chuckle in his voice. “I just want you to be happy.” He stepped back, opening a suitcase he had prepared. Inside were disguises—carefully chosen to help us slip through security undetected. “Change into these. We need to be ready before we pass through the surveillance area,” he instructed. I helped Andrea tie her hair back before tucking it under a hat, making her look like a little boy. As for me, I pulled on a curly brown wig, securing it beneath an elegant hat, and changed into a sophisticated dress.

In her disguise, dressed in a knee length body fitted gown and flat shoes , a shawl covered her hair tied at her neck ,and a pair of dark shades covered her eyes. She has been a hot topic since Rose's death. And Rose's fans are not taking it easy on her, badmouthing her on social media , holding a protest against her at the entertainment company she works with . Her name and face on every news channel , she wonders what they are going to do if they get to see her face to face. Thinking of that a cold shiver ran down her spine and she shuddered from it , No! She didn't want them to recognize her one bit , till Rose's death is clarified she won't come out in public without disguise.

I knew that it was a bad idea at first to kill a member of the American mafia, but it wasn’t Jevon’s fault that the man messed with his girl. I got up from the sofa and approached Leornado. “We’re on the news apparently we’re wanted by the police” I stated and watched as he cut carrots. “I know,Toby already informed me, we can’t go out without a disguise” Disguising myself is one thing I’m very good at. It reminds me of when I was on a mission in france and I disguised myself at this one fat lady. I placed clay on my hands , feet,cheeks, and neck to make it look bigger and put alot of stuffings in my clothes to make it look big. I topped it off with a sun glasses and acted classy. I basicall

She rolled her eyes and was about to utter a word when I say, “I mean your accent is so funny and chasing your prey before they can step out from the argument circle is something worth listening to.” She rolled her eyes again and say, “thank you for reminding me about the douche who says the same thing about me.” Blake laughed out loud, making half of the café, near our table, to look at us awkwardly. I smiled and nodded apologetically. Good thing that this celebrity with us today is wearing her disguise to hide her popstar face that costs more than other people’s monthly salary.

*** The Stalker *** I made sure my face was concealed, either with a prosthetic or by obscuring my features enough to mislead anyone who might try to identify me. I wore cheap, nondescript clothing that covered me from head to toe, and beneath my winter hat, I tucked away a set of fake dreadlocks. Disguise is an art, and I am its meticulous artist.

She had faded blue eyes and she even had a fake mole. She looked so much different without all that disguise. "I pretend to speak like an uneducated Latina woman. But I am educated I just have an accent that refuses to leave. I carry this disguise so they wouldn't Identify me. That will be my life till I die," Camile said. "But you still carry the same name?" I asked. "A lot of people are named Camile, it will be hard. " She said before she started returning her disguise. It's funny how a wig and contact lenses could alter someone's appearance.

“The key to a good disguise is to make one feature draw the attention away from all others,” King was saying as he worked on transforming Ella into someone else. “You want to make it look as if it isn’t possible that one feature is false, so that the mind is tricked into focusing on that feature and dismissing all others.”