Disguised Asmr Novels & Stories

She nodded and I left the room but not before giving a peck on her forehead. Jai was checking something on his laptop. On getting a little closer, I heard giggles from a familiar voice. Jai was oblivious to my presence. I went near home and faked a cough. Ahem ahem. I don't want to hear about my sister and my best friend’s love talk. “ Hi Arjun, I didn't realize when you came in,” Jai spoke after closing his laptop “ Yeah, now you have got the love of your life, you have changed a lot.” I faked anger. He got up and pulled me in a hug.

I stayed longer and just let the water calm me down. I heard the door opened. I thought it was Marcel so I wanted to tell him to excuse me. Immediately I stepped into the room, and my jaws dropped. It was Ava! She saw me without the disguise! She was shocked and before I could say anything to defend myself, she dashed out of the room.

Now that chance rested entirely on her trembling shoulders. --- The Plan Amara glanced down at her disguise—a tailored black dress that clung to her body, elegant but functional, paired with a fur-lined coat. Her hair was styled in loose waves, her lips painted a dangerous shade of crimson. To the casual observer, she looked like one of Lorenzo’s many female companions, the kind who flocked to him for wealth and protection. But beneath the folds of her coat, strapped against her thigh, was a blade. In the lining of her purse, a hidden recorder. And tucked inside her bra, a tiny earpiece that crackled with the faintest sound of static.

He's nothing like what Victoria said about being ugly and fat! Hearing these thoughts, Daniel glared at me with mock annoyance. I pretended not to understand and looked at him innocently, then grinned.

She has little knowledge of what is going on inside the organization. "Maybe she will reschedule. Don't worry too much," Eros reassured before messing her hair up. She smiled slightly and nodded her head. "Yeah," she answered but he could tell she was lying. Worry is plastered all over her face, only forcing herself to fake her reaction in front of him.

Not the usual cocky grin, but something softer, almost boyish. A strand of hair flew into his face, and he blew it away with a quiet huff, continuing to fan himself. I should’ve looked away. I meant to. But I didn’t. Instead, I just… watched. There was something disarming about him like this—unguarded, almost serene. And for a moment, I forgot who I was pretending to be. I forgot about my disguise. My secret. The consequences. I was just a girl, staring at a boy, wondering how he could still take up so much space in my chest without even trying.

"Huh? Why? Maybe someone will see you there? Or shall I say, maybe Regor's staff is watching over you. You know him. Even if he's hiding, he's mobilizing a staff." "I'm fine. No one can see me. I'm good at hiding my own personality. I won't go in there when there's something suspicious." "What are you going to do there? You've been abandoned for a long time. There's been a lot of dust and debris there. Then there's no trace of your yesterday left there." She was suddenly sadden. "I need to know something. I know in myself that there are things I have forgotten from my past." "Amore, don't leave. You'd better come here and you can just disguise as Mariposa."

The Academy lay beyond, nestled deep in a guarded province only those with clearance or coin could enter. And she had neither. She traced the edge of the parchment with a dirty fingertip. I’ll need to fake my way through. Stay quiet. Speak with confidence. Look like I belong. But how did one look like a future Alpha when her face was too soft, her posture too poised, and her every instinct screamed of being prey, not predator? She needed a disguise. A name. A story. Something that would let her slip past the gates without question. But first—she had to survive the forest.

Every model here goes under a pseudonym. “Double R, Your client is waiting for you.” A robotic voice says as I enter my room. My body thrums with excitement, every nerve ending in my body was sparking with anticipation. I strip out of my clothes and into the hot red lingerie that i spent three hours picking out, I pile my hair on top of my head and secure it tightly so it doesn't slide out of the black blunt cut wig I use as my elaborate disguise. Slipping on a red mask that matched the lacy lingerie because, i can’t exactly let my professor, whom I keep repeating his class know that he draws me in the nude for fun now, can I?

The ceremony continue after an incident happened to a woman who fainted after seeing Argen transform herself into disguise. He was bit surprised to see Argen became different in her appearance. He scowled and gasped as Argen approached the woman with visible grin in her face. He surely think that she’s totally a psycho. Her feature was look normal, but Destino could sense her alteration into something more powerful. Her iris were absolutely red and it’s blaze.