Illumi Disguise Novels & Stories

“Is there any difference? Am I recognizable?” Melissa nodded, a sad expression clouding her face. “That’s because you are aware of the disguise,” I said adamantly, turning back to the mirror to search for loopholes in my facade. It wasn’t just my hair I worked on; I had added black highlights under my eyes and a concealer on my lips to make myself look exhausted. Following a video I watched online, I had even altered my eye shape, changing my doe eyes into siren ones. For the final step, I used lenses to switch my emerald eyes to honey brown.

The laughter slowly died down and left us in a comfortable silence. "Ginger, you came . . . " I murmured as I held her at an arm's length and admired her petite figure. She looked gorgeous in her lavender coloured tank top and black skinny jeans with ankle boots. Her bouncy, red curls was let loose as it wildly reached till her breasts. On the other hand, I still wore the black wig, feigned glasses and my dull blouse with a plain skirt. This was going to be the last time that I would ever wear the ugly disguise since once I would reached England, I would throw this wig and glasses forever.

And they all had three stars pinned on their chests, lowest. Out of embarrassment, I quickly unpinned my 1-star badge and stowed it into my storage ring. Then, I warped my facial feature to match that of a mid-twenty lady. Even my hair was looking jet-black through a true essence disguise method I'd learnt. I just have to make everyone ‘see’ my hair to be black, when it was plainly brown with golden highlights. It was done stealthily, so no one noticed a thing. And besides, they were all agitated at the moment; who'd have the time to observe a girl changing her height and muscles?

the message read, a signal for the next phase of their malevolent scheme. Minutes later, a woman emerged, shrouded in a disguise meticulously crafted to mimic Tessa's appearance. A wig adorned her head, mirroring Tessa's distinctive hairstyle. Her attire, carefully selected, mirrored Tessa's fashion choices. Despite the disguise, the woman took precautions, wearing sunglasses and a face mask to shield her identity. “See? She’s perfect for the role. The plan is good, right?” He smirked devilishly. “You’re always the best, boss!”

This revelation nearly made Dan go nuts, he looked at his father with bewilderment and clenched his chest, ``you poisoned my drink," Daniel asked, feeling a burning pain in his chest before everywhere in his body system started feeling so cold, and he slumped to the ground. "It is better you die Daniel, than pass through the gruesome sentence waiting for you in the court," his father said, his eyes lighting up in a smile. "Do... y...you hat...e me so m...uch?" Daniel stuttered as he started coughing out blood. "You can never tell who your enemy is Dan," another voice replied. Catherine walked into the office, and came to stand near the man Daniel thought was his father. He pulled off the mas

I said “Wait” she said before adjusting my necklace “Perfect, now you can” she said When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't recognize myself, my hair was curled, my eyebrows looked perfect, my eyelashes were fixed nicely, and my lipstick was shiny red. I wore a gold and black off-the-shoulder dress that stopped at my knee, with glass heels, a diamond necklace, and earrings that match my bracelet. “Not bad Jasmine” I said “Not bad, seriously”

Christian’s let out a warning growl. “No one can ever hide from me in my own territory. Let’s welcome our main character for the evening again,” Illumi pointed his staff at me without even turning back to look at me. “You were wise to come back because there is no door in this place that can take you out of here except me.” “You might hurt me, but I know you can’t kill me,” I said, strutting into the hall. Illumi looked at me over his shoulder and then turned around to look at me. He had violet eyes and graying hair and now that I was looking at him so closely without the mask, I could tell he was in his forties.

I picked up the bag that I had told Alexa to bring and gave it to Mellisa who raised a confused eyebrow. “Your disguise” I said and she opened the bag to find a wig she could use. Yes, I’m afraid that her face, which is the twin of Morena, can be easily recognised so one way is to disguise herself. It doesn’t hurt to be more cautious, especially in these tenses. conditions, where we can’t trust anyone other than our family. Destine had the idea to make Mellisa unrecognizable, so I quickly asked Alexa to bring some wigs and make-up in different bags when I saw that Mellisa was part of the team that would be visiting my mother.

The color drained from her face like someone had pulled a plug, leaving her skin ashen and waxy. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head back and forth. Her free hand pressed against the wall as if she might collapse without its support. “That’s not possible. It can’t be possible.” I pulled away another section of the disguise, revealing more of my true features. My real nose, the scar above my left eyebrow from a childhood accident Uma had helped me tend. “Please don’t scream,” I begged, working faster now. “Please, Uma. Just let me—” The last piece of glamour came away in my hands, and I let it flutter to the floor like discarded skin.

he said with a stern voice, finally releasing my hand. He’d held it so tight, I felt a sting of pain. I instinctively rubbed my wrist and shifted a little away. I glanced behind me to check if the door was properly locked—my disguise couldn’t afford discovery now. Then I turned back to him and said, “I found you wounded and brought you to this village… but this village only allows couples to enter. So I had no choice but to pretend that we were one and my name is Pearl.” Even as I said those words, my cheeks flushed. Why was it suddenly hard to breathe?