Disguised Asmr Novels & Stories

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

I was fighting for the memory of the man this monster was pretending to be. "Get... off... me!" I roared. I grabbed the metal wrist around my neck. I didn't try to pull it away. I pushed my purple energy directly into the sensors. I imagined the fire melting his circuits, frying the code that made him move. Sizzle. Smoke began to pour out of the machine’s ears. The clicking in his eyes became a frantic, high-pitched whine. He let go of my throat, stumbling back toward the house. The fake skin on his face began to peel away, revealing a skull made of silver wires and glowing red lights.

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.

"You look beautiful. Stop worrying." "Kita tried to smile to hide her fear as they walked through the tunnel. It was weird; Kita is a public figure a her job. She deals with all types of people, even the famous. It hit her! "I'll think of myself as being at work." She channeled that p persona, her ork smile, professionalism, and charm she used in dealing with customers who come to one of the most famous hotels in the world. The Atlantis Kenneth looked over at Kita as they continued to walk up the ramp; her eyes looked less fearful and brighter. It made him relax as well, he felt her confidence come through. She was letting me relax and be his usual confident, friendly self.

she smirks a little, then puts her hands on the table, clasped together. “I go. I talk to him. Maybe I can get him to slip up on something.” Ash and Kai grumble a little, looking at her with concern. “If I don’t show my eyes, he won’t know it’s me. I’ve gained a lot of weight since then too, and besides he thinks I’m dead. I go in disguise, obviously, and fake an accent. But it would work.” Eddie looks at Dim, who shrugs. “The tech is already in place with her, and her com is hidden. So, we’ll have audio as well.” He pulls out a tablet and starts looking for something. Ash furrows his brows and looks at her nervously,

the man said. “Are you sure that we can use our identities freely?” Gustavo asked as he was more worried about that than anything else. He was afraid that if they went to live with their siblings, they would implicate them and the enemy would find them all causing their destruction. “Yes. The master said that she had disguised the eldest young Miss features since she was born thus when she walked out, she just needed to remove her disguise. The instruction on how to remove the disguise is with the youngest miss thus she will help her when we arrive back home. As for you, she disguised you too immediately after you started growing up claiming that it was changed as you grew up. If am not wron

Dressed in a tailored tuxedo, the man stepped out with an air of calculated arrogance as his lips curled into a chilling smirk. With a voice that would send shivers down the spine, he whispered, “I’m back, cousin, and the capsizing of your shipment was just the beginning.” Andre, who now has a new look thanks to cosmetic surgery, his once familiar features had now been redefined; his eyes, now an unsettling shade of green, bore no resemblance to the past gray. His voice, too, sounded different after he practiced for over a week. To further conceal his identity, he wore an artificial beard that added to the disguise. Standing there, he was literally a stranger to his own family, or maybe not.

During the video chat, Calvin Leek, my senior, and I were completely undressed. I was lying on a Simmons king-sized bed. My fair, shapely curvatures were in full view. He sat at his desk. He had a burning gaze while his sexy Adam's apple moved silently up and down. Fortunately, I had on a black mask, and I also modified my voice so he wouldn't know who I was. Calvin swallowed hard and started giving me orders.

They had driven over an hour, and Alissa had abandoned his carefully planned surprise dinner. “Asher, it’s fine,” Alissa said gently, her eyes soft with emotion. “I still want to see him.” Alice tilted her head at Asher. “You look familiar…” He stiffened. He had once disguised himself as ‘Peter,’ Alissa’s personal servant and bodyguard. His hair was dyed, and he had worn thick glasses then, but Alice had a sharp eye. Asher smiled awkwardly. He bit his lower lip, tempted to tell the truth. “Actually, I—”

*** 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.