Count Olaf Disguise Novels & Stories

He was asking me to pose in more revealing outfits. "Let's try something a bit more revealing. Can you slip into this outfit for me, Malia?" Coleman held up a skimpy lingerie set that made my skin crawl. "I don't think so. I'm not comfortable with that level of nudity, sir." I replied firmly, with a polite tone. His expression turned serious, "Come on, Malia. It's just a little risqué and it will be greater for your portfolio. You will stand out from the crowd." he persuaded.

Thus, if someone possesses even the thinnest book, they might be either royalty or a thief. Olga and I left the tavern when the sun was about to set. She made me wear brown trousers, white long sleeves, and a dark blue coat with a hood to hide my face. Clothes that she 'borrowed.' She also braided my hair so it won’t be covering my eyes, but there are few stubborn strands that fell from the braid.

“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.

Ardolf's sworn enemy, Luka Pack, had been causing chaos in the area since he was betrayed and captured by the Omega Lab scientist, and he didn't want to risk being seen by any of Luka's spies or allies. "We need to be careful," Ardolf said, his voice low. "Luka Pack thinks I'm dead, but that doesn't mean his people won't recognize me. If any of his member sights me in town, it will be an advantage for them. We have to appear to them offguard, when they are not expecting it. That way we will win’’. Athena nodded in agreement. "We'll have to disguise ourselves. Change our clothes, maybe even cover our faces."

Like a completely different person, Olivia went to Mobi Street as if she was not just around there stealing jelly beans half an hour ago. “Hi.” She gave them a smile as soon as they saw her. Unlike earlier in which she had no makeup and was wearing a blue flannel shirt, a pair of gray baggy sweatpants, and dirty white sneakers—Olivia had a transformation over a short time. She suddenly had a cold because of the chilly weather of the last two weeks so she wore a surgical mask that was colored pink to match her fashion. She wore an off-shoulder long sleeved pink dress that was above the knee. Gold flat sandals. Different kinds of rings in each hand except the one Dakota gave since that belonge

Carmela Lassiter tapped her feet as she studied her reflection in the elevator. She’s maybe in her fifties but she refused to dress according to her age. She could still wear tight jeans or even short shorts and even a miniskirt! However, for today’s activities, she dolled herself with Hugo’s floral dress and paired the look with a black wedge. Then, she smiled sweetly as she exited the elevator and as always, she looked sophisticated and chic in her outfit. As she walked towards her son’s office, excitement rose within her chest. One of her friend’s daughters just returned from Europe and she’s excited to arrange his marriage to Natalya Caldwell.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

As the black energy covered it, a cloaked man appeared in the crystal ball. "What is it, Ophelia?" he asked. "I am being hunted down. They knew it was me," she said. "Change your face," he said. "My Lord, You know I am not that capable," Ophelia replied. "A piece of trash," he snickered. "I will send someone there. He would help you change your face and you will act as his wife as a disguise," he said. "How long would it take?" Ophelia asked. "You are in the forest. Hmm…"

She scoffed as she pulled the maid uniform over her. Paula had been complaining about having to wear a maid uniform around. Most likely she dumped her uniform here. Thanks to her pride, we have a disguise. Yara laughed. Now how do we get past the guards? After a millisecond, Olivia pulled a shawl low over her face. I have an idea. She cracked open her door and peeked out. Two guards stood at attention on either side of the hallway, their backs straight, eyes forward. She took a breath and stepped out.