Man In Disguise Novels & Stories

He hoped that he had not drawn any attention to the van or then he would be in bigger trouble. Captain Marco stared at the man and sighed empathetically. “Poor fellow, it shouldn’t have been this way,” he muttered and then he began to take the man’s uniform off. Well, the man was wearing a factory uniform which meant that his presence here was recognized, now Marco just had to pretend to be him and see what he can find out about these people. Captain Marco stepped out of the car dressed in the blue jumper and a red cap to disguise, he made sure to bend the cap till it hid his face, and then he quickly closed the van. He had tucked away the unconscious man behind the sacks of grains as well.

I hid a smile and decided to raise the bet and turned as if bothered, my fingers brushing against his cheek. It startled him so much he quickly held his breath and dashed away to hide behind the living room curtains a second before I opened my eyes. "Urgh… When did I fall asleep?" I groaned, as if not noticing that there was someone else in my house, and remained naked. I could see the man hiding behind the curtains with the corner of my eye, his toes curling from nerves. I stood there, provoking him for minutes and yawning as if I were still really groggy, and wobbled toward my bedroom. "Ugh, my head…"

", 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.

I can hear them very clearly, but they are speaking a different language so it doesn't help at all. “You must be Jacob Price?” a voice comes from behind me. I stir myself and look back. The guy was also wearing a suit. The same color, the same sinister figure, but what makes him different from the rest is the white plain mask that covers his face. He is tall. About six feet I guess. “And who are you?” I question him. “The right question should be 'What am I doing here?" the man with his raspy deep voice which I believe is not his natural voice.

“I also stopped by the two closest of my safe rooms and retrieved the cash and supplies I’d stored there.” “Well aren’t you Mister-Fucking-Efficient,” I say, in between bites of my breakfast sandwich. He ignores the jibe and proceeds to empty another one of the bags onto the bed—disguise items, including wigs, boxes of various-colored contact lenses, and facial prosthetics. This leaves one remaining bag, which I assume is filled with cash and fake I.D.s. Indicating the disguise items, he says, “This will hardly do the job of T.H.E.M.’s Appearance Artificers—what was your nickname for them again?”

The clothes he wore would best be suited for beggars. Disguise, my mind read immediately. Of course. How could I have forgotten the part where Giselle told me no one knew who the man really was? The disguise had to be the way he kept himself unknown. "Are you done gawking at me now?" He asked in his deep, gruff voice again - a voice I was sure was truly not his own, just like the disguisebhe had on. A little annoyance laced his tone this time. I brushed, embarrassed at being caught.

She had even gone so far as to think that her son would become a womaniser one day! “That’s enough, dear, let me speak to him,” hissed Antonio from the other end of the line before finally addressing his son. “Hello, my son? How are you?” “I’m fine, Dad. And I’m sorry about that embarrassing news story,” Matteo said softly. “I was just about to ask you about that, Matteo. But fortunately, in the photos that have been circulating, the media have blurred the man’s face. I can’t imagine what would happen if everyone knew that the man in the photo was the CEO of Magnolia Spring Resort,” explained Antonio in a calm voice.

I said, smirking. He groaned and rolled his eyes so hard I was worried they’d get stuck. “Is this live?” “Nope. But it’s being recorded for future generations to mock.” “Great. Then we’re wearing masks,” he muttered, fishing something out of his pocket. What he pulled out looked like a black garbage bag had a baby with a cheap Halloween costume. It was a mask... technically. But also a crime against aesthetics. “You’re kidding, right?” “Nope. Didn’t you check our mail?”

“And in that short time, you’ve proven yourself reliable. Keen and smart.” It’s already been almost six months since I started the disguise mission. Six months of sitting in front of codes and pretending I was just another regular employee who lived off caffeine and deadlines. Yet, my target is still alive and breathing… even prettier since the first time we met. Stupid mafia, stop it. I gave him a humble nod. “Thank you, Sir. I just try to do my best at my job.” Mr. Jafersons looked pleased. “You’ve done more than that. I see potential in you, Keigh Russo. Perhaps, the next in line with Ms. Moretti?”

"Good morning, Kita; please don't say anything. I need you to listen for a minute or two. Last night was all my fault. I've been the most unmitigated and uncomprehensive jerk, and you were right; I was wrong. But if you just be patient with me, Kita. I promise. I'm going to fix this because you're what I want. The man you met and knew in the Baha Mar. Kita, that's me. It's not a disguise. I know I've been challenging to deal with, and confusing, and to put it simply, insane acting. But as of today, that's about to change. Do you know why?