Illumi Disguise Novels & Stories

ELIZA’S POV I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the last piece of my disguise. I put on a paid of cargo pants and a black t shirt. A scarf was tied around my neck and lower face, concealing my identity from a distance and shielding me from the harsh wind. The forged crest of the Dune scouts—a rusted falcon’s wing—was pinned to my collar. It felt strange to look at myself and not see myself. I bent, tightening my bootstraps, trying to slow the pounding in my chest.

Girls, get her! At her command, her lackeys rushed at me like animals. They tore at my clothes, snatched my Hermès bag, and destroyed it with scissors, all the while mocking me for carrying such a convincing counterfeit. Guests who had begun to arrive in the villa started pulling out their phones to capture the fight. Haley worried that her actions would damage her image as Mrs. Baumer. So, she ordered her lackeys to drag me into the restroom. Ignoring my screams, they shoved my head into the toilet bowl.

The dungeon? Holy hell. "How are we supposed to get there?" I asked. “This seems more impossible by the second.” “Simple. You will disguise yourself as someone else," Aunt Sasha said as if it were the most natural plan. "I have a wig and my bag of makeup. No one will notice it's you especially because we'll walk there together. It's within the compound, so we won't need to go past any gates." The idea was crazy, but my aunt's eyes were already determined to do this.

I closed my eyes due to the bright light. “ So you are awake. I will go and inform my boss. He is waiting for you to wake up .” He had a sinister smile. Quickly he switched off the light and went away. I was wary of everything. A few minutes passed when the room was enveloped in bright light. A woman who was wearing skimpy clothes with heavy makeup and bright red lipstick entered. She was wearing stilettos and her hair was tied in a messy ponytail.

Jace complimented with a grin. The man lowered his hood and took off his hat. He brushed his hair with his hands, then removed the glasses and mask that covered his face. Then, he peeled off the skin on his face. It was a disguise mask that was so good that the texture resembled natural human skin. It was Jake in disguise. "It's not in vain that I have a hobby of cooking, right? My moves are so flawless and skillful that they're indistinguishable from a real waiter," Jake said, grinning back.

I also couldn’t obtain coloured contacts, so I’m hoping that by using some dark sunglasses, I can distract from my nose while concealing my eyes. Disguises work best in one of two ways. The obvious is to become invisible. This means making yourself so plain; so unassuming and average that you become forgettable. You want to become someone who can walk through a crowded room and have no one even realise you’re there. The second is distraction. It’s not just about looking different; but about adopting a different persona and embodying it from head to toe. When you don’t want people to observe you too closely, the key is to distract them. You can do this in one of two ways. Create a focal point

“No. I’m laying a carpet over a hole and making sure she’s the only one who falls through.” Kendall crossed her arms. “And what happens if she sees through it?” “Then,” Jack said with a faint, dangerous smile, “we adapt. But trust me, she’ll come. She can’t help herself.” Two nights later, The Helios glittered under strings of golden lights. Waiters in crisp black uniforms floated between tables carrying champagne and canapés. The city skyline stretched beyond the glass walls, a breathtaking backdrop to the swirl of designer dresses and sharp suits.

His disguise is pretty good and he looked so handsome that it made me feel good just looking at him. ‘’A lot, Lorenz,’’ I said. ‘’This is the night I either make it or it’s over.’’ He held my hand and squeezed it. ‘’We’ll make it.’’ In the dark, I could see his eyes resting on my qamis. It was a fitted, long sleeved arabian top, normally worn under a robe. I was disguised as an Arabian prostitute, so I was wearing it as a top alone. The qamis is so light that I can see my skin and nipples through it. I particularly loved how it was designed as a crop top, stopping just a few inches underneath my breasts and showcasing my tummy. The pants were loose fitting, and flowing. Like the top, they we

In its center, resting on a cradle of obsidian root, was an object none of them expected to see. A mirror. But not reflective. It was matte. Shadowed. It absorbed light instead of returning it. Jessica approached it, breath hitching. “It’s the Uncoded Mirror.” Torin crossed his arms. “The one Helix tried to replicate. And failed.” Eleni moved beside them. “Because it doesn’t show what we are. It shows what we refuse to become.” Lena stood before it. And the room fell still again. “I thought we came to remember,” she said.

“It seems the disguise works.” Kaiden chuckled beside me. His graying hair was now pitch-black, his regal features masked by the illusion spell. He looked ten years younger, though his commanding presence was impossible to hide. The taller warrior stepped forward, eyes darting nervously. He bowed his head before saying, “Forgive us, Your Majesty. We didn’t recognize you.” “That’s the point,” I said, walking past him. “If you did, the illusion would be useless.” He gulped, trying to stand straighter. “Y-yes, of course.”