Man In Disguise Novels & Stories

She doesn't have a choice now but to stay silent as the bodyguards are madly seeking him inside the mall. Patty gulps her saliva as the girly in front of her pleads. She doesn't know how to react. If she was not thinking that she will be having an engagement dinner later, she was willing to help this miss/prince in front of her. This person in front of her is a man! But why he needed to disguise himself? Patty looked at him thoroughly, Even though he disguises himself as a girl his features as a man are very visible. He has broad shoulders, Adam's apples that move when he talks. He has very expressive eyes and a clean countenance. A very decent man appearance.

A hunchbacked old man, missing some teeth, gray hair tangled like an old doll's hair disguised by the old checkered beret, beard badly cut, he went terribly ill-dressed, and smiling into the building, entered the elevator along with three other men who looked at him kindly, then the old man smiled satisfied, the disguise had really worked. 'M' made his way to the room he rented in front of the Fischer mansion, he discreetly watched the place until he finally started to pull off all that disguise, it was time to act, old Hatawhay had sent some men in an old van and they were waiting for the time to attack and get the uniforms of the Fischer mansion employees.

the man whispered in a barely audible voice. Ann was surprised to hear the voice. He recognized her. The man had indeed quietly slipped a small penknife into Ann's hand as her chair tipped over. But Ann had no idea that she knew the man. His face looked very different, and his hairdo was totally different. Ann realized that the man was wearing a wig to disguise himself. Ann nodded slowly, a sign that she heard and understood the man's words. Then, while pretending to tighten the knot in Ann's hands, he quickly slid a gun under Ann's clothes, behind her back.

The skull which was arguably the real Finlay's still sat on the floor a few meters away from the high table. "I was hiding inside an empty room because I didn't have enough money to pay the white I had bedded and she was crazy, and tried to kill me. I ran and hid. It was then this man came in as a woman. He had no idea I was in there because I was hiding under the bed. He took off his disguise and it was then I saw who he truly was," the man took a short pause to catch his breath.

Ensure you use your disguise, you can't go out there revealing your face, be careful," he said with finality. I rode on with my heart feeling so light. Vera is safe. "Your Highness," Silas' man whom he mentioned burst out of his hideout and bowed in greetings. I eyed him from head to toe as he walked towards me with his head slightly bowed. With him were some costumes, I guess it was the disguise that Silas mentioned. I jumped down my horse and fixed on the costume. It was a facial mask and some kind of jacket. I smirked as I wore them and I was ready to mount on my horse but the lad stopped me.

The fake drinks! “Catch up with that man!” He ordered his escorts, pointing towards the man who ran off, sensing he had been made. They ran after him at full speed and Adrian watched on agitated. “How do you like my gift?” An old man dressed in a cleaner outfit said with a shaky voice. Adrian just stood with his mouth agape as the old man started removing his disguise. “I told you we will meet again, didn't I?” The man said, amused. Adrian paled instantly, he hadn't seen this coming before it hit him. He knew the peace and quietness for a few months was too good to be true.

“And what? You think hiding away in your mansion is going to fix this? I don’t want to be seen with you, Alex. That will only give them more ammunition.” “That’s why I came prepared,” he said, unzipping the duffel bag. Out came an assortment of items: male pants, a wig, sunglasses, a button-down shirt, a hoodie, a hat, and a pair of men’s shoes. He held them up. “You’ll leave here in disguise. No one will recognize you. My home is private property, surrounded by security. No press, no cameras, no one will be able to get to you there. Please, Flora. Let me help you.”

Both their heads snapped up, eyes widening in shock. A woman? But as soon as they registered the voice, they realized it wasn’t female at all—it was a man’s. In an instant, they understood. Brian was in disguise. He had indeed disguised himself as a woman. Slight of build, under five-foot-seven, his frame easily passed for feminine. With a wig and light makeup, he could, at first glance, look convincingly female. His sudden appearance sent the remaining undercover officers and bodyguards into high alert. Faces tightening, they shoved through the chaos, moving in from all directions toward the stage.

I had just stepped out of the office when I saw Harold Jefferson walking over with Susan Lawson and her son, Jacob Lawson. Jacob seemed to have told a joke, as the three of them were laughing happily. A sense of bitterness welled up in my chest, and I instinctively stopped in my tracks. The moment Jacob saw me, his expression changed. He quickly hid behind Harold. Instantly, Harold adopted a defensive stance with an icy glare as he asked accusingly, "What are you doing here?"

All men were threats to me, whether they showed their empty hands or not. "You don't remember me, do you?" he asked. I looked at his face, covered with a hood. His eyes were orange and his jaw was shaven. If I had known someone like him in the palace sometime again, then I wouldn't have forgotten. "Looks like you have me mistaken for someone else, sir." "I never forget a face," he said, sounding so sure of himself. "Neither do I and I have no idea who the hell you are." "Oh, I'm pretty sure you won't remember me. But one question, do you remember the faces of those you steal from?"