Man In Disguise Novels & Stories

Over on the other end of the VIP section, a man seemingly in his thirties, who wore a black coat and a pair of sunglasses, stared intently at Snow. Next to him sat another man in a black leather jacket. He wore a baseball cap, which he used to cover half of his face. “Why are you in disguise?” the man in the black coat asked his companion. “Are you afraid of being discovered?” The man in the leather jacket replied, “There are a lot of acquaintances around. I don’t want them to know that I am here.” “Say, do you like what you are seeing?” The man in the coat snickered and licked his lips as he looked in Snow’s direction. “Oh yes, I do! She is extremely beautiful. It has been a while since I f

Adjusting the scarf around my head and putting on my dark sunglasses, I hid my gun in the band of my trousers. With fear building up in my chest, my boots stabbing into the soft sand. The heat was relentless; it wasn't the weather. My pulse itched with caution because of the fact that I was representing Giovanni. An arms deal. A multimillion-dollar worth of money. And me, a woman posing as one of Giovanni’s trusted lieutenants. My fingers clenched on the handle of the suitcase I was holding. My legs felt stiff, but I forced them to walk. The building had no doors or windows. I breathed sharply and entered. I was welcomed by the image of a man seated on a single wooden chair with two guards o

“Then watch with your hands, not your mouth.” The comment was crude, dismissive—but it filled Rian with cautious pride. He’d seen her. Spoken to her. And still believed she was one of them. The disguise was holding. --- That night, she returned to the inn with a strange hunger—not for food, but for more. She scribbled notes in the back of her old journal: - Don't walk too quickly. - Talk like you don’t care what anyone thinks. - Laugh from the chest, not the throat.

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.

“ok ,if you choose a beer like the guy in the suit to my left . The one Who is either your jealous lover or husband by the territorial posture.I tried to look over my shoulder but sin just twisted me back around. He is dependable, stout, and stubborn.where as you by Ordering a martini you. Are curious, traditional, and sassy at times . Did I get it right?” perfectly... I am not angel .. my name is ...he cut me off by pressing his finger to my lips.I stared at him in astonishment he smiled “there are eyes and ears everywhere .. don’t trust anyone even your supposed friend Margo.. she has her own agenda.”He pushed a stray hair behind her ear his fingertips softly brushed my skin.I don’t wa

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

After all, tomorrow, I have a guest to interview at work. I stared down at my empty glass as the chatter of the people around me faded into the background. My heart felt heavy, still ravaged by what just happened to me. Suddenly, a tall, dark-haired man approached me. He was wearing a disguise, a cap pulled low over his eyes and a scarf covering his mouth. But even through the disguise, I could tell he was handsome. "Hey, you okay?" he asked in a low, smooth voice. I looked up at him, surprised. "I'm fine," I lied.