Man In Disguise Novels & Stories

The Academy lay beyond, nestled deep in a guarded province only those with clearance or coin could enter. And she had neither. She traced the edge of the parchment with a dirty fingertip. I’ll need to fake my way through. Stay quiet. Speak with confidence. Look like I belong. But how did one look like a future Alpha when her face was too soft, her posture too poised, and her every instinct screamed of being prey, not predator? She needed a disguise. A name. A story. Something that would let her slip past the gates without question. But first—she had to survive the forest.

Thayer had spent every night in bars, his body deteriorating day by day. To chase thrill after thrill, he manipulated every woman he met, never using protection. Each conquest ended the same way: he disappeared afterward, refusing to acknowledge any of them.

How could he be disgusted of me using profanities in my speech when he did the most disgusting task any father would have never done in his life. So great of you Mr Williams! “you know me better”, I tell him smirking as I lean back on the couch comfortably. Releasing a sigh I look at him. “Why are you all dressed up and who’s coat you are wearing?”, he asks frowning clearly confused about the outfit am wearing today. No matter how badly I wanted to rub the truth on his face telling now am not Cassandra Williams and he don’t have a fucking right on me now but I kept quiet remembering Ivan's words.

A ski mask hid his face. Inside the cell, a man was handcuffed to the bars. His face was bruised badly making him unrecognizable. Dizon walked briskly. Confidence and a poised posture worked well with his disguise. No one recognized him. The exit appeared. A few guards nodded or waved at him. He nodded back before stepping outside. The early morning rays were rising over the horizon. He stood for a while and stared at the warehouse. "You did say I was tough, huh? Too bad I won't get to see the expression on your pale Russian face, Arrow."

They entered a small room that was filled with boxes and crates of drinks. The old man walked towards the table in the middle of the room. "Sit down," he commanded. The two of them also moved closer and sat opposite him. "So are you going to remove the disguise or what?" The man asked. "You knew we were in disguise?" Callum asked before removing the fake moustache and mole. Callum suggested they disguise themselves because he thought the man wouldn't give them answers. "Isn't it obvious?" The man asked.

she muttered again she barely had anything to wear thanks to him she’d make sure to slap him if she finally met him again one day she finally met him again. Cole dressed up and put on his disguise, he came out wearing his brown curly wig over his blonde hair, not forgetting his eyebrows, mustache, and beard. Once again he was that hairy Vincci who could not speak for fear Brittany was going to recognize his voice. He wore a beautiful grey short-sleeved shirt tucked into his navy blue shorts. He smiled at Brittany who had held up her hair and was seated comfortably on the couch. The lights were off so the only source of light came from the Television screen. “Vincci come sit beside me” she ea

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.

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.