Novel & Cerita Man In Disguise

The only people near me. I take a deep breath and stand up, smiling at the man who smiles at me as he smokes a large cigarette. Knowing the disguise was unnecessary, I remove my extra clothes, as I walk towards the man who longs to take my life. His gaze, travels to my foot and my prosthesis shows as in that part, my leg becomes extremely thin. "So you didn't come out whole like I thought," says the man in a mocking tone. "You thought I was dead, Mordashov. Already being alive in front of you is more than you thought," I reply and he smiles at me.

The one wearing a middle-aged man's face widely grin and pointed a finger at the unconscious woman. Aljur was stunned at first before grimly asking, "You're not Eithan Meyer? Who are you?" 'Damn! How come it's not the same person!' But now that he thought about it, something seemed wrong about this guy, at least when based on the reports. When did he become fond of laughing? The disguise usually used by that actor was the same. But was he supposed to be this outlandish and childish? The man jumped down the table and patted the imaginary dust on his jacket away.

’’ Lorenz asked, his eyes burning with the anger to strike and kill the man. The man raised his hands up a little. ‘’I worked in the house for a while so I have a good idea of what she looks like,’’ he said, looking at me, and forcing his eyes not to land on my exposed boobs. ‘’These guards don’t know you in persoon, so the disguise is sufficient.’’ The man appeared to be a sweet talker. I wasn’t sure I could trust him but time was ticking fast. ‘’You'll do as you have said and open the side door close to the trash cans. If you make any wrong moves, I promise you, I'll have your head,’’ I said, trying to sound menacing as much as I could muster.

The man didn't even hesitate as he stepped aside, allowing them a way out. Ellena followed the masked man into the car. As soon as the car door was closed, she hesitated for a long time. She stared at him for a few seconds before mustering out the courage to ask but her voice still trembled, "Are you Cyrus?" The man slowly took off his mask as he flashed her a smile. "This disguise must be crap if you recognized me that easily?" "No, of course not! It's just..." Ellena stuttered as she struggled to come up with the words to explain her predicament. Instead of defending herself, she fell into a fit of coughs, shaking her head over and over again. The anxiety was already eating her up.

"I said, think carefully before you answer!" Lucille was not surprised by what the man had done. After all, every member of Echelon 103 was carefully selected. Naturally, they would never surrender, even if captured. Of course, she had many ways to make him talk. But she didn't have much time to waste. She narrowed her eyes. An indifferent glint flashed in them as she glared at the man and said, "Jaden, you disguise yourself as him to sneak in." Lucille glanced at the numbers on the man's shirt. "They all have half of their faces covered, plus they don't use any names but only the code numbers assigned to them. Put on his clothes and go back as him."

“P-Please... I d-didn't come h-here t-t-to cause t-trouble. I don't want to die!” “I know,” answered the mysterious man with a hint of snigger playing along his voice before loosening his grip. I waited for the man to walk in front of me and he greeted me with an impish grin. “Isn't this the stuttering daughter of Alpha Antonio, huh?” My eyes dilated after I realized that the man was able to recognize me. I thought by wearing a cape and ordinary clothes would suffice my disguise when sneaking out. It turns out that I thought wrong, leading my life to uncertain danger in this stranger’s hands.

I stood up from the bed, ready to go meet Charles, when the doctor called me aside. "I don't criticize people because of who they are because I believe everyone has a reason for doing so. I know you have your purpose of disguising as a man but you need to be very careful. You have a fragile body and also be careful of your alcohol intake "How did you know that I'm disguised as a man? "It's my work and I'm a professional in it." The doctor said and walked away while I followed Charles. When we got back to the lodge, e veryone was happy I came back safe and sound.

I slipped out of the shed, careful to keep to avoid drawing attention. A bakery sat at the end of the street, its windows throwing warm, yellow light onto the cobblestones. The mouth-watering aroma of fresh bread and pastries wafted towards me, tempting me and reminding me of my luxurious family meals. I crept towards the bakery, still trying to avoid being the centre of attention. I knew my disguise might work, but I couldn’t afford to take any chances. The sound of jingling bells marked the arrival of a plump, middle-aged man who approached the bakery’s entrance. He stopped, dramatically sniffing the air appreciatively, as if wafting the aroma into his face, before pushing open the big do

because his father would guilt him into saying, “yes.” When they arrived at Mr. Ford's office, Rome wore a disguise before getting down from the car. Then he and Mr. Ford head into the building, and once they got into the lobby, the whispering began. It was not his first time entering his father's office. But every time he did, he wore a cap, glasses, and mask, and it caused the employees to wonder about his identity. “He's handsome.” A lady whispered to her colleagues as they walked past Rome and Mr. Ford.

"Come in and take the things away... Prepare for cremation!" "Yes." Someone walked in. He wore a white isolation suit, a mask, and a hat. He took the iron tray and walked out. "Wait..." Daisy suddenly stopped him. The man was shocked. He paused and looked at Daisy. Daisy waved her hand and said, "Nothing... Take them away!" The man bowed slightly to Daisy and went out carrying the tray. When he walked to the door, he changed direction. His eyes were hidden under the protective mask, and his facial features were completely covered. Then, in an invisible corner, he put the rosewood box into his pocket.