Superhero Turkey Disguise Novels & Stories

He went through his phone to see a message waiting to be opened. "Of course." Theodore dryly muttered, she was going to contact him after all. He clicks on the inbox to read the text. "I'm disguised. You will spot me wearing dark shades and a scarf. I'm basically holding a bag of seeds feeding the birds like a deranged lunatic who's got nothing better to do. It's not hard to spot me." Theodore was amused by the description, he was amazed by the details she provided and definitely she wouldn't be hard to find.

The morning light streamed into the lavish hotel room, illuminating the opulent disorder. Rafe stood before a full-length mirror, his torso bare. The water from his shower still gleamed on his skin. With a focused expression, he carefully applied the final pieces of a intricate, temporary tattoo to his upper back—a coiling serpent whose scales seemed to shift in the light. It was a necessary part of the "Lorenzo" disguise, a deliberate flaw to distract from the familiar lines of his own posture and the recognizable power in his stance.

A shopping bag dangled from her hand, and her grin was wide. “Ladies,” she declared, “today we become undercover agents.” Before either of them could ask, she dug into her bag and pulled out a curly wig, a bright scarf, and oversized sunglasses. Annie blinked. “Sussy… what even is this?” “A disguise, duh!” Sussy tossed the wig onto her head and wrapped the scarf dramatically around her neck. “We can’t exactly investigate Damien and Claire’s past looking like ourselves. What if Adrian or Damien see us?”

“These kids are whooping my butt.” That made them all giggle, so much so, that we almost didn’t hear the door bell ring. “That will be Adonis and Jay,” I said, leaving the parlour and heading for the front door. Opening it, Jay and Adonis stood, a pie in Adonis’ hand. Adonis was wearing a suit jacket with a shirt underneath that had a giant, sequined turkey on it. Jay was in an orange shirt with a black blazer. Glancing at the turkey, I furrowed my brow.

I also picked up wig for me, and a pair of sunglasses for both of us. I’m wearing a little pink dress with spaghetti straps that hangs just above my knees while the blonde wig sits below my shoulders. I have a pink cap on. I kind of look like a Spice Girl, to be honest. Stace is harder to disguise. How do you hide a giant made of pure, hard-ass muscle? His tattoos are easily distinguishable so I have him wearing a long-sleeved, cotton, white shirt, and a cap to cover his hair. He picks up my sunglasses from the table and puts them on then looks around. “These are better than mine,” he mutters.

The idea of slipping back into that identity made bile rise in my throat. “I can’t hide forever,” I muttered. “You can hide long enough to get inside,” Harley shot back. Her eyes gleamed with unshed tears, her jaw set with steel. “Don’t be stubborn now. Let the disguise protect you. If you walk up to those gates as you are, they’ll smell the truth on you before you take a single step.” I didn’t argue. My shaking hands clutched the fabric, and I changed behind a jagged boulder while the others turned their backs. The coarse dress itched against my skin, swallowing me whole.

“And I like Spiderman and Batman.” And just like that, all my doubts faded. I ran up to my room to get dressed more casually, donned my big dark sunglasses and a low-sitting cap—the best disguise I could come up with—and returned to the kitchen feeling energized and excited. “Ready to go shopping?” I asked as he jumped down from the barstool, forgetting his teddy on top of the island counter—to which I said nothing. I was going to get him an even better toy, and maybe he knew that, too.

I say. Marius smirks. His gaze glints with mischief. “That doesn’t need to happen. I can disguise myself as someone unknown, and become one of your bodyguards.” Luckily, one of our house staff has skills in prosthetic makeup. She transforms Marius’ face, making his nose big and his eyes droopy. Marius also wears contacts to change his eye color from gold to blue. My jaw drops in awe as Marius has become unrecognizable! “So what’s your next plan?” he asks.

“You are truly peerless when it comes to disguises. When you disguised yourself as Ryosuke, it was like looking at the real thing. I cannot find any flaws.” What? The Ryosuke before them was Nine Tails in disguise? While everyone was still confused, Ryosuke pulled out his sword and threw it at Thomas. He then began to step back and ran toward the door. It was indeed Nine Tails in disguise! The fart tactic was not to kill his opponent, but to knock Ryosuke out so that Nine Tails could disguise themselves as Ryosuke and simply stroll out of the establishment. It could not be denied that Nine Tails was intelligent, considering the fact that they were able to think of this while their life was t

It was enough to let my Bad Girl Side completely take over. "I'M IN!" I exclaimed. " Good! And you already have a disguise, so you don't need to worry about getting caught or ruining your reputation." He said motioning to my brothers clothing. Nice. Bloody clothing and a limp. I'm going to look like a zombie. Then he took one of Luke's caps and put it low on his head to hide his face.