Disguise Novels & Stories

"I know makeup can be powerful, but shapeshift? I've heard of it, but I've never seen it. Is that all just a legend? Why do you encounter such bizarre things?" Ivanna waved her hands in disbelief. "But this is a real thing. You saw Carina turn around on the surveillance footage last night, right?" "Yeah! I saw it. What's the matter? Don't tell me it's a disguise! That was Carina, right? How could it be someone else? How do you make a disguise?" Ivanna pressed me, her eyes wide. "You're right. It's a disguise!" I interrupted her, nodding firmly. "At first, I doubted it too. That was indeed Carina!"

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 o

Hugging him always felt so good, and familiar like we’ve known each other for ages. “Let’s go then.” I urged and we set out of the corner we’d been huddled in this whole time we were conversing. My disguise was me throwing a bunch of clothes together and wrapping something around my face so I looked completely unrecognizable. Vex was dressed similarly and we both laughed whenever we passed a full length mirror and got a reflection of ourselves. A few people had stopped to stare at us a handful of times and we’d have honestly been embarrassed but since we were completely unrecognizable then it was fine.

"That's not an insult, Ava, it's an observation, and the fact that you can't tell the difference is kind of the entire point." She stared at him. "No one ever just sees you," he continued, quieter now. "They see the performance. The control. The discipline. And you've built that so carefully that even when someone tries to look past it, you make it as difficult as possible, because being seen actually scares you more than losing does." "Don't psychoanalyze me." "I'm not. I'm telling you what I see." "You don't see anything. You see a girl who didn't fall for your charm fast enough and it bothered you, so now you've decided the problem is something deep and complicated about me instead of jus

My stomach dropped. “You will be the main entertainment for a very private, very exclusive gathering. A small group of powerful men — some you might even recognize from Zet Corporation. They won’t know it’s you… at first. You’ll wear a heavy disguise. A mask. But they will know exactly what kind of beautiful black slut they’re using.” Real fear spiked through me, even as I remained wrapped in his arms. My fingers clutched at his shirt. “Sir… that’s too dangerous,” I whispered, voice shaking. “If anyone recognizes me—”

Before she could get any closer, Thad thrust a hand toward her, his expression suddenly guarded. “Stay back,” he warned, retreating a step. His eyes moved over her face, searching for something he could use to determine whether she was telling the truth. “Are you really my cousin? Are you really Daniela?” He was still looking at her male features, and Daniela immediately understood why he was suspicious. She had spent so long hiding behind this appearance that she had almost forgotten how strange it must be for someone who knew her to see it. Without another word, she released the magic holding her disguise in place. Her features gradually returned to their na

At last, we emerged from the tunnel’s mouth, the cool night air washing over us like everything was alright with my world. The forest was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind. Eira pointed towards the edge of the clearing. “The cottage is over there,” she whispered. “Go now, Bella. Do not hesitate and do not try to stay a moment later there.” I turned, my gaze meeting Eira’s. “Thank you so much, Eira. I love you so much and I will always be indebted to you.”Eira nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You must go, Bella, NOW! And you must not return.” Eira quickly took a scarf and some of her old maid clothes to cover me up as a disguise, s

Until she had mastered it, she did not want distractions. In the past two years, between the clinic and the special drug project, she had no spare energy anyway. Julian smiled and nodded. "Smart." There were two truly top-tier disguise artists in the country. One worked for the police. The other operated in the gray market and charged an exorbitant fee. Both could alter a person's face with nothing but their hands. Add a careful imitation of the person's mannerisms, and they could fool most people. This time, because secrecy was critical, Diana made the call and brought in the one who worked exclusively for the police.

“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.”

Hale smiled bitterly when he heard his wife questioning him. "I'm trained in the Art of Disguise. After I removed my fingerprints, I used some other channel to give me a new identity. After so many years, I carefully and frequently eliminated those who appeared close to me. I was curious why people still know who I am after so many years, so I set up a trap."