Illumi Disguise Novels & Stories

After she applied a skin softener and her favorite perfume with a scent of gardenia, she strolled towards the closet and pouted her lips while choosing a suitable dress for her engagement. “Wow!” Jasmine clapped both of her hands Adrienne emerged from her bedroom dolled up for her engagement tonight. Adrienne was no longer comfortable in her skin, especially with the tattoo on her neck. “Do I look weird in this dress?” “No, but it emphasized your not-so-gifted breasts. Do you think he will not mind it?” “I’m not a whore, Jasmine, and that guy doesn’t care about boobs and vaginas. He’s into men but he couldn’t tell his family about it. I have to pose as her girlfriend tonight.”

She says and I pick my weapons and give one look at my grandma and she nods her head. “Oh, and the earpiece in your ear is so we can communicate with you if for any reason you lose that phone. Press and hold the implant behind your ear, then your disguise will appear. Everything about you, what you wear and carry, will be concealed. You could be in full combat gear armed to the teeth, but on the outside you will be in disguise and no one will be none the wiser. Happy hunting baby.” She says and I nod once and leave as I make my way to the garage. I walk past the women as they get to work, leaving the headquarters to scout ahead. I lift my head, feeling something inside of me rising to the ch

A shopping bag dangled from her hand, and her grin was wide. “Ladies,” she declared, “today we become undercover agents.” Before either of them could ask, she dug into her bag and pulled out a curly wig, a bright scarf, and oversized sunglasses. Annie blinked. “Sussy… what even is this?” “A disguise, duh!” Sussy tossed the wig onto her head and wrapped the scarf dramatically around her neck. “We can’t exactly investigate Damien and Claire’s past looking like ourselves. What if Adrian or Damien see us?”

", she wasn't feeling good about this place. "Didn't that old man told you what type of person his grandson is? He's a playboy and a place like this is his playground. I didn't talk to him for a while but I guess we can find him here" Kyro said as he walks inside the club "Wait, then why are we wearing these?" Sera asked pointing towards her mask and goggle.

Illisa says, leaning back in her chair and the air in the mirror room drops to minus degrees, all jaws on the fucking ground. Lillie laughs, her voice cold. “Drop the disguise, we know it’s you already.” The woman sneers, but then her whole exterior changes and instead of the blond, young, slightly naive looking young woman sitting in there, there’s now a woman with long deep auburn hair, dark tanned skin and she looks older.

He turned—and nearly forgot how to breathe. Kylie stood there, radiant. Elle had betrayed her, clearly. Instead of the simple outfit she’d requested, she wore a red short-sleeve dress that hugged her curves and stopped just above her knees. With her busty figure, the dress did more than flatter—it slayed. A pair of white ankle-strap heels completed the look. Her rainbow hair was pulled back into a ponytail, makeup flawless, and glasses perched on her nose—an effortless disguise. “Hey,” she said, waving with a shy smile.

I stretched my arms to the sides, then turned around, "see?" One of her eyebrows rose, then reminded me, "just make sure you don't wear any colored dresses inside the estate, okay? Only plain black with long sleeves. You need to look older and authoritative." "Sure. I'll keep that in mind." "I'll show you to your room now. Training will start tomorrow," she opened the door, and got out. Before I followed her, I faced the full-length mirror again and stared at my reflection. Me, disguised as a middle-age woman.

I paint my lips a dark, blood-red to mask the cut. By the time I’m done, I don't look like a woman who killed a man last night. I look like Eve Grimaldi. Perfectly put together on the outside. I dress in armor. A high-necked black blouse to hide any marks on my chest. Wide-legged trousers. A tailored blazer with sharp shoulders. Dominik is dressed and waiting for me. He looks surprised at how well I’ve managed to hide my battle scars, but he doesn't say anything. He just takes my hand and leads me downstairs.

She had not had much trouble, the serving woman she had replaced had been paid highly for her efforts and the delivery man had been left on the floor of a parking space, in a deep sleep. Now she wandered around, her head bowed, her make-up applied in such a way, she looked different from what she normally did, just in case Jamie spotted her. Camouflaging her slight frame had been a task but she had succeeded remarkably well and now looked like a woman, a little overweight and dowdy, with the blonde wig and thick glasses adding to her disguise. Hila had always been a master of disguise; she had been trained to blend in.

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