Superhero Turkey Disguise Novels & Stories

Zara bent down, her hair falling forward as she whispered, “Remember, we’re using the wig to keep you hidden, just in case someone recognizes you. Don’t draw too much attention, alright?” I nodded, understanding the importance of blending in. The makeup artist started fixing me up, placing a shiny blue wig on my head. I was shocked by how cool it looked! “Wow, this is amazing!” I said, touching the wig. “I look like a superhero!” The artist grinned at me. “Exactly! You’ll be the talk of the set today!” ---

He could sense the strength emanating from him, but he hid it beneath an illusion. The village was charming. Tranquil. Ideal to begin. Disguised now as an old man, stooped and frail, his erstwhile proud frame now bent beneath a long, dark cloak that hid his distorted features, Vosvak shuffled into the center of the village. His complexion had acquired a sickly pallor, and his face was shrouded by a hood, concealing the sharp, jagged features that had supplanted his erstwhile noble visage.

The blades were dented, and the figure stumbled back, colliding with a cabinet behind him. “fancy my new toy. I made it myself. I call it Dragon's Tail! ” Mr. Starkridge exclaimed, his face flushed. With every stroke he threw, one could see his malicious intent. The tail would constantly miss the figure's head by a few inches. Because of his disguise, it was difficult to detect the figure's terror, but it was clearly terrified, judging by how less aggressive it became. It stopped attacking and began focusing its motions on defence, attempting to avoid being hit by that monstrous tail.

They travel for two whole days until they came to a stop. “Alright we are close enough now, so let’s go ahead and change into our disguise," said Ruby. “Right now?” asked Kevin. “Well of course. You can’t expect to walk in there without them knowing you're face. I mean you are widely known as Kevin Slow, eldest son, of the Green Tortoise clan.” “Oh. Right.” Ruby pulled out their disguise from her space ring and handed it to them. “Wow. You got a space ring too?” “Yes. It was a gift from my Grandmother Willow.”

Jace complimented with a grin. The man lowered his hood and took off his hat. He brushed his hair with his hands, then removed the glasses and mask that covered his face. Then, he peeled off the skin on his face. It was a disguise mask that was so good that the texture resembled natural human skin. It was Jake in disguise. "It's not in vain that I have a hobby of cooking, right? My moves are so flawless and skillful that they're indistinguishable from a real waiter," Jake said, grinning back.

Besides, their leader gave them a signal not to mind Skye’s movements when she moved around like she wasn’t affected by anything that was going on around her at all! The fascination on the enemies’ faces was somehow acceptable. Because Skye was still wearing her disguise except for the mask, her body was still with the fat belly— a belly padding. Her face was of a woman with long hair, and her voice accentuated the assumption that despite her body, she was a woman.

The rest of the members know how to cook, but the finale is just terrible in taste. He wore a black mask, a black cap, and thick-framed eyeglasses with his bangs lowered on his forehead in order to disguise, in case there were some of his fans roaming around the same supermarket. MBS Asia has its own supermarket, but since Ryota couldn’t find the ingredients he wanted there, that’s the reason he heads out to the public supermarket. “If Sir Hero learns about your negligence, I don’t know what worse could happen to you!” It was Allie on the phone with Ryota. She’s lecturing him nonstop even though he's already spent 30 minutes at the supermarket, and his disguise hasn't blown off yet.

Jake's death and ad having me go through chagrin from the detectives, he will pay for everything. ... I sauntered to my closet, trying to figure out what outfit was perfect as a disguise. I needed to be at work. I found my dark leather coat, with a hoodie. I thought more about how to pair the outfit with a black or white turtle neck and a shade and possibly a facemask. That certainly would hide my face. "Perfect." I forced a smile before letting out a sigh to try to relieve the tension I was feeling but the more I thought about waddling through that mansion gate, the more paranoid I get.

“Who, me? I’m not doing anything.” “Yes, but if you keep following us around the Shriners are going to notice, and then they’ll wonder what’s going on and want to investigate. If you’re going to keep following us everywhere at least be subtle about it. Put on a disguise. Camouflage yourself as a bush or something.” The druid looked down at himself. He was wearing a very unassuming brown robe. “I thought I was being discreet.” “There’s six of you with exactly the same bald head and beard, all sneaking around in formation. It sticks out. Try to look a bit different from each other.”

I look at Theo for a full minute and ask, “Why are you wearing this?” He is wearing a white t-shirt, black jeans, and a black biker jacket. He has put on a cap and mask to hide his hair and face and goggles to hide his eyes. He looks more… hot like a bad-boy. I want him. “I had to take on a disguise. Why? Don’t you like it?” He says as he comes to stand in front of me. “Like. it. Oh, I will show you how much I like it when we reach home.” I say and he raises his brow and I can tell he is smirking.