Disguise Novels & Stories

“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?”

"The clothes, why the fuck you been coming to my place looking like Broom Hilda, when you're walking around with the body of a fucking bombshell. You trying to fuck with my head?" "No, no, absolutely not...if you could just... your hand." I pushed my breast harder into his hand, and he gave a little squeeze and then let go. Nooooo. "Sorry, shit, didn't even realize I was doing that shit." Well spare me your full attention for the next five minutes before you kill me. "Now answer me, why the disguise?" "It's not a disguise per se, I just... I'm not ready to talk about it." "Talk about what, what's going on?"

I still couldn’t look at him in the eye. “NO.” I heaved a sigh and started removing my jumper. “Hey, w-what the fuck are you doing?!” He grabbed my hand to stop me. “Not now!” “Disguise! You need a disguise to get out of here, Jesus… Not everyone has a dirty mind like yours!” I rebutted furiously. Swiftly, I removed my jumper and handed it to him. “Give me your jacket.” In a minute, I had his jacket over mine while he wore my jumper—since it was extra large, it covered him nicely. I tucked his paws into the jumper’s sleeves, then pulled my hair up into a neat bun and ruffled his hair into a drunkard’s mess.

I was too busy breathing through the anxiety trying to tear open my ribs. My disguise was meticulous. Heavy makeup concealed my features: contoured cheekbones, paler skin, golden lenses over my brown eyes. My hair was wrapped under a dark silk turban. A deep emerald gown clung to me like sin. I looked like someone else—someone who hadn't spent the last five years running from ghosts and bloodlines. "We sure about this?" Haze asked as we neared the gates. "No," I said. "But we’re here." The guards at the entrance took our forged IDs and scanned them without a word. They waved us in.

Foolishly, she did not suspect the doctor. Therefore, today, she decided to return to the rehabilitation center and meet with Dr. Gregory. She could no longer resist, especially since Abigail felt threatened when she learned that the doctor seemed to know a lot about the Anderson family. Alice was already prepared, dressed in her best clothes, still the same as the last time she visited. An appearance that didn't look like manipulation. For the sake of Abby and her family, Alice would disguise herself as anything. She took steady steps towards Dr. Gregory's office, knocking a few times, waiting for him to open the door and let her in.

“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.

And the host goes on. Chloe could not remove her eyes from her painting. In her eyes, it was absolutely beautiful. But what caught her attention was the view of it from the stage. All the people were now seeing her painting. The talent she has always hidden from the world. Everyone is watching now. Yes, she changed get name. She does not want people to know her real identity and becomes desperate to please her and be in the good book of the Duke. She wants to be a true artist, who would be known only for her talent. So, she found herself with two letters which would always keep people on their toes to know the whole name of hers.

Anaira Pov “Wow, the heavens must be very happy with me. Today Aunty allowed me to go without even fussing. She would always make excuses whenever I was supposed to go. My sisters needed to convince her to go, but today she willingly agreed. Before she could change her mind I ran away. I changed my clothes. Since it was too hot I chose to wear a white long dress which ended just above my knees, made a high ponytail out of my hair and applied kohl and baby pink lip colour. After giving it one last look, I took my purse, mobile and some cash that uncle gave me for my personal expenses. It is my uncle's secret. If by chance Aunty would ever come to know she would throw tantrums.

But my wolf whispers urgently inside my mind. The Alpha is hunting you. And suddenly I realize something far more dangerous than my disguise being discovered. Alexander Southwell has already begun searching for the truth. And when he finds it… What will he do to the Alpha queen who lied to him?

Jamiel was the first to turn to us before the others, smiling at us until he took in what my caetinis were wearing and all smiles on his calm face disappeared. Hailey the culprit tried hiding behind me but no………, it’s my turn to torture them, and so…. I moved away in order to give them both no place to hide. Get this, my caetinis dressed like the slut they are and I love it but I don’t like the Damiel brothers enjoy the fact they wear it out. I don’t know what these four have been secretly doing but I bet whatever it is that Jamiel will kill whoever see them with the clothe they want to wear out.