Her Sweet Disguise Novels & Stories

The woman squints at her as she says gently. "Oh, yes, but I can not guarantee that you will be able to see Mr. Eric looking like that. You sure as hell look like a spy on a mission, I must say. Please tell me who you are. "Take off your disguise," the woman commands and Jenna closes her eyes and inhales deeply. She understands she only needs to do this.

"You think sweet-talking me is going to get you what you want? I ain't no dummy." Shit, she's onto me... kinda, Lysander thought, keeping his face neutral. He was buying time, waiting for his crew to give him the signal. Just a few more minutes, that's all he needed. "Nah, course not," Lysander said, keeping it light, like they were just messing around. He leaned in closer, breathing in her perfume mixed with the smell of gunpowder hanging in the air. "But hey, a little sweet talk never hurt nobody, right?"

It was not until the sky gradually became brighter that more people started coming out for their morning jog. Giselle sat cross-legged on her carpet. The faint white light from her screen fell upon her delicate bare face, making her beauty seem ethereal. On the table were the materials that she had already sorted out. This afternoon, she would be going "adulteress-hunting" with Penny. Hence, she had to be well-prepared. The information they collected contained every last detail they could find on the cheating duo. Coupled with reality, this entire situation resembled a meme she had once seen online. It read, "I'm dating a rich woman, but I use her money to pamper my true love."

Barely there, a disgrace to the whole cosmetic industry, adorned her naturally sharp yet cute features. What is the procedure to kidnap a girl? When the drapes blinding Mike’s eyes drawn back,he realized, all of them had similar-looking black bodycon-one short, one high neck, Sarah with sweetheart's neck. As the 3 goddesses swayed their hips to sync with their footsteps, both the boys stood agape with a deep blinking set of eyes.

The former failed to recognize her at first glance but the woman’s appearance at this time was enough to raise suspicions. “I’m a woman, no?” Cherry looked at him intently with her eyebrows slightly raised. She threw a seductive glance at him, her carriage enchanting but also resembling that of a streetwalker. Stanley still did not recognize her. In other words, her disguise was a great success. The skepticism hidden in the depth of his eyes disappeared after this brief exchange. The perfume exuded from the woman attacked his nostrils without mercy. He knitted his brows slightly and appeared rather uncomfortable but he tried to suppress his feelings.

She also had leather gloves on her hands, and not a bit of her skin was visible. Reginald glanced at the obese woman, his thin lips pursed, but he remained impassive. What on earth? The host was equally taken aback. It wasn't until the obese woman took the stage, making it shake like stepping on landmines, that he regained his composure. "Are you... Miss Fragrant Spicy Crab?" "Yes," the obese woman confirmed, which was actually Heloise in disguise. She needed this money but couldn't let Reginald know it, so she resorted to this disguise.

No way was a man who didn’t personally know her going to see through this disguise. Just like the disguise the woman behind her wore. That façade of sweet and innocent that people rarely ever saw through. But even the high-pitched tone of Moglie’s voice changed. How fitting her name ended in lie. It cut through Amber as her hand was on the knob to leave the chambers.

He winked at me making me snort out a laugh. I shaked my head, “ No that's not it, I was sad that I lost a jerk in my life.” Am I not supposed to be happy ? I'm weird. “ I am not a jerk, I'm a perfect sweetheart.” He said emphasizing on the word ‘ sweetheart.’ in a sing song voice.

“Ah, Doris, you take care of Clarence first. I’m just going to have a meeting so I can stay up late.” “Yes, my sister will take care of Clarence,” she said sweetly. *** I LEFT HER with a stern smile before climbing the stairs. I quickly took a shower and got dressed. I wore a beige-fuchsia pink dress made of a soft fabric. My hair cascaded down at the back of my shoulder and let the wind swept through my chocolate hair. I lightly applied lipstick and light blush on. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, wearing the sweetest smile that I wore the whole day. It hasn’t gone away since Lawrence, and I probably had dinner later.

Now, it’s not just about me being poor—it’s about me not being who I say I am. “She doesn’t look like an Eva.” “She’s hiding something.” “Bet she changed her name.” My blood runs cold at that one. The universe has a sick sense of humor. I should have expected this. Blackridge thrives on hierarchy, and new blood always gets tested. Still, the timing is suspicious. Too perfect. Someone’s pushing this harder than the usual gossip mill. Someone wants me exposed. And I think I know who. When I enter English, Jace is already there, lounging in his seat like he owns the air itself. His stormy eyes lift to mine, and something in his gaze makes my skin prickle.