Man In Disguise Novels & Stories

That middle-aged man had that unshaven face, black hair, black eyes and was wearing black sportswear. "All of you, gather in a line." he said in a demanding voice and whistled again and as he ordered and everyone arranged themselves in a line but Maria was eyeing that middle-aged man in front of her, indeed she knew him and it had been long since she last saw him.

He was not that concerned as he had cameras set up in the room so if anything went down the hill he would be able to stop . Alesso looked at the man seated on the chair looking like a hopeless person. "Why do you look so afraid?" Alesso asked with a playful scowl on his face. "I am smiling, aren't I?" He continued making the man whimper. Till now Alesso's eyes had turned completely black. "Will you be my plaything?" His voice was mare deeper than his actual one making the man sitting in front of him pale. "No." He shakes his head frantically as he tried to get away from Alesso but that was not working.

The man was unconscious, stripped down to his boxers and vest. Julian’s eyes narrowed in surprise. But, it didn’t take long for Julian to put together what was happening; the man who had left the room wasn’t a real waiter. He had overpowered the actual staff member and taken his uniform as a disguise.

Mike kicked the man hard in the leg. The man winced in pain, shaking and about to cry. "Calm down, Mike. Let me take care of this guy, you just stay and watch." Regina pushed Mike away, and the bodyguard obeyed. "I'm innocent, Miss. Please let me go!" The man bowed with tears in his eyes. Regina smiled faintly as she approached the man who was at her feet. "I'll let you go if you tell me who told you to disguise yourself as my coachman and hide the doctor."

He wanted to prove that he was Wills, who had made Violet's favorite dish. "Yes." The man smiled kindly. His skin was smooth and bright—in a weird way. "But you're not the one in the video, right?" Violet frowned as she studied the man. He indeed resembled Wills in the video, but Wills was left-handed. That man was right-handed. Who sent him here? What did he want? "No, that's me in the video, Mrs. Walker." The man chuckled as a vicious glint flashed across his eyes. He had perfected his disguise according to his master's instructions. There was no way Violet would notice.

With trembling hands, he began to remove the disguises that had concealed his true appearance, revealing a different side of himself that Amanda and Ethan had never seen before. Adrian hesitated for a moment, his resolve wavering in the face of Amanda's furious demeanor. He realized the gravity of the situation and the danger he was putting himself in by keeping his true self hidden. With a trembling hand, he reached up and began to remove the various disguises that concealed his true appearance.

“Alright, you may leave now. Don’t come in unless I tell you to.” The maid agreed. After the door closed behind her, the man took off his cap, then his sunglasses, and finally his mask. As he slowly removed his disguise, Mariette’s eyes grew wider and wider. By the time he stood before him in his full glory, her mouth was agape and she could not say a word. The man smiled slightly. “What’s the matter, Mariette? Have you forgotten about me after a year?” Mariette could not hide her shock, stammering for a long time before she managed, “M-Maxwell! You’re alive?”

There had been no shadow, no body heat, no indication whatsoever that there had been somebody behind her—which meant whoever it was wasn’t human. The young man was draped in a scarf, his eyes shielded by large ugly sunglasses, and the beanie covered up his hair, but she saw a few strands of black peeping out. “Mianhaeyo.” Maya took a few steps back. Even if she hadn’t recognized him on sight, she’d heard way too much of his music from Nia to not pick out the voice. Well, no wonder he was dressed so strangely, but is this really considered a disguise?

Akim did well to put on a disguise like a middle aged man. Disguising was part of my training in the gulag during Igor Abramov's reign because sometimes we get captured in one country which either depots us without allowing us an entry into the country or we get killed. So, in cases where we get deported and Igor still had deals to finish up there, we'll put on a disguise and enter with a new identity. It works for us and having grabbed that tangible, pertinent knowledge I transferred it to my men. Recently, we use it when the need calls for it, and now the need did call for it.