Celebrity Disguise Novels & Stories

He was planning to disappear again. Fine… If Kaizen wanted to play games...Then I could play too. I'm in for it. Tonight... I was following him. ***** An hour later, I stood in front of my mirror staring…. My disguise was ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. A black hoodie, Oversized joggers, A baseball cap and a Dark sneakers. I even tucked my hair underneath the hoodie. At first glance I looked like a teenage boy, At second glance...Not really. I stared down at myself, My curves stubbornly refused to cooperate.

"I wonder what's her reason. Was I stalking her, and she had to use the hairstyle and glasses as a disguise? Oh! Please don't let me find out Kenneth was Stalking this girl! There's so much I need to find out. But I got to keep my cool and stop asking her crazy questions. So, I can find out what happened." He sighs heavily. Lyle gazes up as he looks around the house. Kita has some lovely pieces and artifacts. "Humm, she must be doing well for herself. Kane must pay her an excellent salary. Oh no, Kane Klein! He knows me as Kenneth Cole! Wait, he hasn't seen me since my accident. So he wouldn't recognize me as Kenneth. Oh, Thank God! Anyway, I still need to avoid seeing him at all costs.

His facial expression which was completely masked by the disguises stuck to his face gave his doctor no clue if he was as excited as she was. The purpose of his face disguise wasn't for shielding his visage from his doctor but to prevent unnecessary recognitions from the public. Not for bragging sakes but he was that typical celebrity icon whose presence would definitely cause chaos when identified and he definitely wasn't ready to be sworn around by fans and reporters, more like stalkers and pests in his perspective. In order to prevent needless screaming and panicking, a pair of sleek shades veiling his bronze eyes and fashionable face mask covering the lower part of his face would certain

I also couldn’t obtain coloured contacts, so I’m hoping that by using some dark sunglasses, I can distract from my nose while concealing my eyes. Disguises work best in one of two ways. The obvious is to become invisible. This means making yourself so plain; so unassuming and average that you become forgettable. You want to become someone who can walk through a crowded room and have no one even realise you’re there. The second is distraction. It’s not just about looking different; but about adopting a different persona and embodying it from head to toe. When you don’t want people to observe you too closely, the key is to distract them. You can do this in one of two ways. Create a focal point

I wrote. The van halted directly in front of the mall. I saw Margaret direct to me to come down. I followed her while the driver stayed by our side. I took in her outfit, a summer dress and a brown boots with some shades. At her hand also lied a tiny purse which I wondered what actually fit in that. She looked at me making a 'tsk tsk' sound. “Wear that.” She said, giving me the shades she was wearing. “This is your first lesson as a celebrity. Never go into public without a disguise.” She told me. I took the shades from her, putting it on. My legs gingerly followed her, unsure of what to do.

He added, with a hint of skepticism. “Well...” I trailed off, removing my wig to reveal my real hair and taking out the colored contacts. “I was just trying out a new style.” I said, attempting to inject a bit of humor to ease the tension. It seemed to work, as he looked amused. “Why the disguise?” “I didn’t want to be recognized.” “So, you’re telling me you’re here on your own?” He raised a brow. “I am.” I nodded.

It was hard to know anymore. "Firstly," I muttered, lowering my voice, "I’m constantly terrified someone’s going to recognize me from that damned gossip news. Even with these ridiculous sunglasses and this hat that looks like I’m hiding from the FBI." Liz looped an arm through mine. "Sweetheart, you look fabulous. Like a celebrity in disguise." "Exactly my problem," I said. "I am in disguise." Ethan frowned. "They shouldn’t be allowed to just photograph you without consent. It’s disgusting."

“Understood.” Owen was dressed in a sharp, midnight blue tuxedo. His indigo mask was intricately designed with silver accents. A dark wig and fake mustache completed his disguise, making him nearly unrecognizable. I myself wore a classic black tuxedo, my mask adorned with gold accents. I donned a wig of slicked-back blonde hair. A neatly trimmed fake beard gave me an air of mystery. The elaborate disguises were meant to keep us hidden in plain sight.

I stared in the mirror my one dull eyes were bright with mischief and my sling held the. Honey glow as they call it glowing cheeks after a mind blowing kiss. I bite my bottom lips I had to get away from what ever this was becoming. I gathered all my abandoned clothing from yesterday and tried to sneak out. After the most embarrassing wake up call in my life . This semi walk of shame was nothing.I reached the door knob I heard “ Ella where do you think your going like that.?” I turned to see Clayton admiring the view “ pervert” I snapped as he stared at my bare legs from the door way.

There could be no grey areas today, nothing for our enemy to latch onto and use against us. So, instead, we all wore crude disguises. They were designed mostly to throw off any cameras from immediately recognising any of us, and hastily thrown together; I wore a pair of sunglasses and an itchy fake beard, Carl a bandana, and S a high collar and a low-brimmed hat. If Carl was caught, he could blag his way out of it. Hell, he might be planning on going straight to them anyway, the second we got inside. I trusted the guy about as far as I could throw him.