Illumi Disguise Novels & Stories

Her lips were painted a dark, bruised plum. She looked lethal. She looked expensive. She walked over to him, her heels clicking on the wet pavement. She stopped inches away. She saw the look in his eyes—the shock, the hunger, and the anger he was trying to suppress. "Don't stare, Prince," Nova murmured. "You'll blow our cover." "I'm assessing the disguise," Altair lied, his voice tight. "It's... adequate." "It's uncomfortable," Nova corrected, adjusting the strap on her shoulder. "I have a throwing knife strapped to my thigh and a signal jammer in my clutch. I feel like a walking Radio Shack."

A few minutes later, just before the car pulls up outside the building, Ella reaches into a small bag and hands me a plain surgical mask and a pair of oversized sunglasses. “You need these now,” she says with a teasing smile. “You’re officially a celebrity.” Then she also drapes a simple jacket over my shoulders, hiding the elegant gown beneath it. I laugh. “I still can’t get used to hearing that.. “You’d better start.” Shaking my head with another laugh, I put on the disguise before stepping out of the car. Thankfully, it works. No one gives me a second glance as I make my way through the hospital lobby and toward my mother’s room.

"Brother, your face looks completely unreal right now!" My clothes are exactly the same—the simple black tracksuit still hugs my lean frame—but the whole transformation is in the raw details. My tangled mop of fake hair has been thrown in the trash, leaving my real hair falling in sleek, dark waves around my neck. With the heavy, ugly disguise makeup washed down the drain, my skin glows with a soft, natural shine that belongs to a true high-blood male. Wanting to keep things low-key from any roaming Adebayo trackers, I add one quirky touch—a pair of oversized gold-rimmed glasses with no glass lenses, just enough to veil my eyes and give my face a subtle touch of mystery.

“Eliminate Isabella Moretti.” I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight. He leaned forward, tapping the photo with a single finger. “You’ve seen the reflexes for yourself. She’s not just an IT manager. She’s the sole heir of the Moretti clan, known for their swift yet silent executions. What we don’t know yet is why she is pretending to be a normal worker. She’s playing disguise, Russo. Same as you.” So, this is who she truly is, huh? Well then, let the games begin.

With a trembling hand, he reached up and began to remove the various disguises that concealed his true appearance. One by one, Adrian unfolded his hair, revealing a different color and texture beneath the artificial locks. He carefully pulled out his eyelashes and removed the colored contact lenses that had masked his true eye color. As he shed his disguises, his features transformed, exposing the person he had concealed for so long.

“Come on. You have to get into your disguise before anyone sees you.” I stumbled. “Disguise?” “Mhm. Hair and accessories. That's the policy. It's a highly elite club, so privacy is prioritized.” He turned a corner to the right and glanced over his shoulder at me. “You wouldn't want anyone finding out that the sweet, innocent Lilith Montclair dabbles in such murky waters, hmm?” he added with a charming grin. My heart flipped in my chest. Maybe because that smile was darn beautiful, or it was the growing apprehension.

•••• In the midst of all of this activity, Danica, who had been concealing the fact that she was actually herself,disguise herself , made her way to the Rendall Restaurants. She hid her true identity by covering her face with a pair of sunglasses, putting on a mask, and wearing a long dress. She also wore a pair of sunglasses to hide her eyes. As she got closer to the place where they were supposed to meet, she saw the person she was going to hang out with waving to her from a distance.

She opened it and looked inside. It was a wig, a long coat, a face cap with glasses, and a fake nose. A disguise. It was meant to help her pass through the reporters, because no matter what happened, or how many police officers chased them away, they always came back. Isla resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she put on the disguise. Nadia escorted her outside. They passed through the back, sneaking behind the paparazzi to the SUV waiting for her. “Take care of the office, as usual,” Isla ordered.

There could be no grey areas today, nothing for our enemy to latch onto and use against us. So, instead, we all wore crude disguises. They were designed mostly to throw off any cameras from immediately recognising any of us, and hastily thrown together; I wore a pair of sunglasses and an itchy fake beard, Carl a bandana, and S a high collar and a low-brimmed hat. If Carl was caught, he could blag his way out of it. Hell, he might be planning on going straight to them anyway, the second we got inside. I trusted the guy about as far as I could throw him.

“The key to a good disguise is to make one feature draw the attention away from all others,” King was saying as he worked on transforming Ella into someone else. “You want to make it look as if it isn’t possible that one feature is false, so that the mind is tricked into focusing on that feature and dismissing all others.”