Spy And Disguise Novels & Stories

Maya and Dex watched the proceedings with wide eyes, clearly intimidated by Liam's presence but reassured by the coordinated efficiency of the adults. "No one gets in or out," Liam confirmed, shrugging off his leather jacket to reveal arms corded with muscle. "Not even if they claim to be you." He tapped his nose meaningfully. "I know your scents now – all three of you together. Can't be faked." "The Sparrow specializes in magical disguises," Nathaniel warned, handing Liam a small silver pendant. "This ward will reveal any illusion-based deception within fifty feet." Liam fastened the pendant around his neck with practiced ease. "Appreciated. Now go save the next kid before we're discussing

A cap pulled low, sunglasses hiding half his face, a mask covering the rest. When I stepped out of the car, he shoved the same disguise into my hands. “Put these on,” he said quickly. I arched a brow. “Really? What are we doing, playing spies?” He gave me a look sharp enough to slice. “Regina. Not now.” The edge in his tone shut me up. I slipped on the hat, the glasses, the mask, adjusting them until I looked as inconspicuous as he did. “Why are we here?” I whispered, tugging the brim lower.

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.

Moving into position outside Jenna’s private quarters now. She pressed send, watching the message vanish into the secure network, routing directly back to the dark, vengeful entity waiting in New York. Alice's reach was infinite, and her hatred for Jenna's newfound sovereignty had mutated into a frantic, chaotic obsession. The spy slipped the device back into her apron, a dark, sinister smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she lifted a heavy silver tray laden with crystal water decanters. Jenna Anderson believed she had built an impenetrable fortress with the Spanish Crown. Still, a viper was already slithering through its foundations. Turning on her heel, the disguised maid stepped ou

With unwavering resolve, I brace myself to confront the impending bloodshed, knowing that my love for Hugh and Zachary gives me strength beyond measure. The day of Yvanna and Hugh's wedding dawns bright and clear, the air heavy with anticipation. I slip into my makeshift disguise—a dark shoulder-length wig with thick fringe bangs and oversized glasses. I study my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the glasses until they obscure half of my face. It’s a simple disguise, one I hope will be enough to conceal my identity. But as I make my way to the Gallery by Chele, my heart pounds with uncertainty. My colleagues buzz around me, their voices blending into a symphony of excitement and nerves. Bu

The stark contrast between her previous dangerous and dark appearance and the easy grace of the dress was startling. But despite her innocent disguise, she remained cautious and alert, making sure that the halls were empty before returning to the Crown Prince's quarters. With a deftness that spoke of her experience as a spy, she slipped into her room unnoticed and carefully concealed every trace of her previous attire, including her mask and sword.

Francesa’s POV Two weeks later I adjusted the collar of my crisp black shirt, rolling my shoulders as I took in my reflection. The brown contacts dulled the intensity of my usual violet eyes, and the short, tousled wig completed the disguise. Dressed in a fitted suit with a masculine cut, I could pass for a man without question because of my athletic build. They won’t suspect a thing. And I couldn’t afford any more distractions. Especially not after that night.

Hailey brought in a top male model and two secondary male models to join them, making a group of four. When it was Natalie's turn, she handed Roger a top hat, covering half of his face. "Natalie, can't bear to see me?" Roger raised the brim of the hat, giving off an enchanting air with a standard gentlemanly gesture. "No," Natalie felt that this person never spoke seriously to her, so she lowered her voice and asked him, "Shouldn't your identity be hidden? Is your businessman identity fake?" Roger paused for a few seconds, his deep blue eyes gradually showing a smile. "Do you know what I do?"

“You’ve been so kind to me and Andrea. I’ll never be able to repay you for everything you’ve done.” Before he could respond, I pulled him into a tight embrace. “You idiot,” he murmured, a chuckle in his voice. “I just want you to be happy.” He stepped back, opening a suitcase he had prepared. Inside were disguises—carefully chosen to help us slip through security undetected. “Change into these. We need to be ready before we pass through the surveillance area,” he instructed. I helped Andrea tie her hair back before tucking it under a hat, making her look like a little boy. As for me, I pulled on a curly brown wig, securing it beneath an elegant hat, and changed into a sophisticated dress.

As i noticed that i've reached a safe place close to Crescent moon, i put down my bag and started to groom myself. I wore the purple scarf the i've always took with me and wrapped it around to cover my nose and mouth. Since i had a unique eye color, i had to wear contacts to hide my true identity in every mission. I took the knife out of the bag and placed it securely on my back. And of course, i always go barefoot. I've heard rumors about spies getting caught before reaching Crescent moon so i've been doing my own research for the past couple of months. Some of them get seen at the frontline because the whole forest near Crescent moon was covered with sound detection alarm.