Her Sweet Disguise Novels & Stories

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, so no one would notice it's me. S

PERSONALITY : Cold, merciless, hates disobedience and untidiness, likes to be the dominant one and hates to be controlled. *:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...° FEMALE LEAD: Catherine Hemsworth. FATHER : Hilter Hemsworth. MOTHER : Marine Hemsworth. AGE : 20. PROFESSION : Graduated with a law degree. PERSONALITY : kind-hearted, timid, scaredy-cat, loves people and cares a lot, hates violence and bitter things, gets manipulated easily, and stutters a lot as a habit.

I said while smiling at him. He laughed loudly like a man possessed and looked at him in a shock. “What is so funny?” I asked. “Do you even know Liam Lautner? He is underworld don, young, rich and above all handsome. Do you think I’ll believe you? You exclaim to be the Liam Lautner’s so-called wife.” Don’t believe me but you would have to believe one thing for sure. Do you know who I am?” I asked him now fully annoyed and enraged. “Who are you?” he asked laughing out loud once again. “I am Cassie Davila daughter of Marcus Davila. Look at me, see?” I should him my face. The color of his face turned pale when he recognized me. “S-sorry madam, I am really sorry don’t tell your B-brother’s pleas

Kevin said with a huge grin on his face. ... At night, There were maids holding three beautiful dresses, Kevin walked around as he looked at all three with a deep frown and dissatisfaction all over his face. The dress that was selected by Sera was indeed beautiful but not enough to his taste. But then suddenly his eyes fell on a masterpiece, "Take this inside" The maid nod and quickly took the dress with her. "Cough-cough... What's happening here?" Grandpa asked out of curiosity seeing so many dresses all over the place.

With that she left. I breathed a sigh of relief. If she heard from Big Mama then she only knows what I wanted them to know. I need to work fast before anyone figures out anything. I quickly shed my jeans and top, replacing them with an almost transparent nightdress. It clung to my skin, leaving little to the imagination. I examined myself in the mirror, making sure the disguise was perfect, the allure undeniable. With the poisoned dagger wrapped and short enough to be well hidden in my long sock without being noticed, I slipped quietly out of my room.

I bet those pitch black eyes would look delicious filled with fear, fresh off a run. I thought the only upside to this little pit stop was that I’d be in their home. Closer to Gavin, closer to the top, closer to more information that Oz could use to fuck up their shit, but every time Sweetness moves it’s adding more upsides to the list. She knocks into someone, stilling immediately, and if I wasn’t so distracted by the way her perfect curves sway as she walks, I would have identified this problem sooner. Gavin.

"I can't believe you managed to keep this secret for so long. How did no one recognize you?" "You'd be surprised how effective the right disguise can be," Honey said. "People see what they expect to see. No one expects the frumpy CFO to be the same person as—" "As the stunning redhead who put my brother in his place at Nonna's," Emma finished with a grin. "It's brilliant, really. Though I'm guessing it's been exhausting to maintain." "It has," Honey admitted. "I'm ready to just be myself." "Well, I for one am thrilled to finally meet the real you," Emma declared, raising her coffee cup in a toast. "To new beginnings and no more disguises."

Sugar snapped her fingers at a maid, who appeared with a dress so glittery it looked like it had eaten half a chandelier. I swore under my breath. Minutes later, Marigold was stomping down the grand staircase in that ridiculous dress, muttering curses with every step. “I feel like a disco ball. A walking disco ball, Sugar. My wolf wants to murder you.” “Own it, darling!” Sugar hollered from below, bouncing on her toes. “Chin high! More sass! Pretend Gregor just bought you a Hermes bag in the wrong color!” Marigold flipped her hair dramatically, then snarled, “This isn’t pink quartz, Alpha Gregor. This is blush beige! How dare you insult me?”

Before she could say anything, Sweet, ever the gentleman, swiftly removed his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Seline was taken aback by the gesture, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected act of kindness. She wrapped herself in the jacket, reveling in its warmth and the faint scent of Sweet's cologne. It was a moment of closeness and shared warmth that left her feeling both grateful and strangely connected to her enigmatic boss.

With unwavering resolve, I brace myself to confront the impending bloodshed, knowing that my love for Hugh and Zachary gives me strength beyond measure. The day of Yvanna and Hugh's wedding dawns bright and clear, the air heavy with anticipation. I slip into my makeshift disguise—a dark shoulder-length wig with thick fringe bangs and oversized glasses. I study my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the glasses until they obscure half of my face. It’s a simple disguise, one I hope will be enough to conceal my identity. But as I make my way to the Gallery by Chele, my heart pounds with uncertainty. My colleagues buzz around me, their voices blending into a symphony of excitement and nerves. Bu