The Man In Disguise Novels & Stories

, I tell him as I turn my head right to see him. He is wearing his favourite black hoodie and a facemask which is doing wonders hiding his real identify. To be honest am glad he did hide his identity because of the things already running worst I wouldn’t invite attention for crazy teenage fans on me advertising their superstar, favourite singer with me in the middle of the night.

I had just stepped out of the office when I saw Harold Jefferson walking over with Susan Lawson and her son, Jacob Lawson. Jacob seemed to have told a joke, as the three of them were laughing happily. A sense of bitterness welled up in my chest, and I instinctively stopped in my tracks. The moment Jacob saw me, his expression changed. He quickly hid behind Harold. Instantly, Harold adopted a defensive stance with an icy glare as he asked accusingly, "What are you doing here?"

the middle aged man nodded his head, the old man left the room, a young man is standing outside old man noticed some strange expression on young man's face and asked "what happened dear?" the young man replied "I'm not liking the way you're protecting him for years, see now he is awake, why can't we send him away, I don't know why, I'm feeling that he'll become threat to us he is not the man, what we are seeing, if he is that good, then why that day, those people followed him?, there must be some danger behind him, see now he is awake and healthy, let's send him away, we can't loose any of our people because of him, we already lost a person because of him, I don't want to see more people to

I looked at the drawer to see if she still had pads but there was nothing left, so I left the room. “I’m leaving Mom, I'm just going to buy some pads for Nadya,” I said, then she smiled and just nodded. “And you should sleep now Mom, you look tired,” I added. _ While looking for the pads, I noticed that someone was looking at me. Slowly I turned my head and I saw a man--gay he smirked then winked at me. The hell? Is he trying to flirt--damn! Doesn't he feel disgusted with himself?! Look at his face! His lips are so red... he’s wearing some makeup?!

"The plan failed. Wade showed up unexpectedly." "What did you say? Wade?" The man replied, "Yes. I don't know why he showed up and ruined my plan." "Damn Wade! But he doesn't know you, does he?" "Don't worry," the man replied casually. "He can't possibly know me. I've disguised my identity with a magic necklace. So, he must think I'm just an ordinary drunk." "Good. We'll come up with another plan later. For now, go back to the base."

A surge of fear ran through his spine down his legs as it shivers. “Shit” he heard the disguised man muttered, letting out another shot as it hits another fellow behind him. The unknown man that was shot also drops dead; seems like the disguised man got a good shot. The unknown dead man was dressed in gang cloths; and from a brief calculation, he had shot his guard down while the unknown man shot him down, leaving him alone with the masked stranger.

he began again and it wasn't until he was silent for a minute that I realized he was asking us the question. "They must have had some kind of disguise," Jamal, the first man to introduce himself responded and I reflected on what he said for some time. "You're not quite there but you're close. A disguise but of what kind," the general responded and it had me thinking deeply. "Are you talking based on material wears like uniform guises," another man said from my left hand side but I highly doubted it was what we were looking for. "A disguise perse does not mean faking personal or frontal features," the general replied before walking back to his board but then an answer struck.

He clenched his teeth, on the verge of descending into a frenzy. "Oh, don't misunderstand," the gray-clothed man cautiously stepped back. He placed the necklace he held in his pocket and shrugged. Adopting a playful tone, he continued, "I'm merely a messenger. You were able to see through my disguise easily. I will always hold respect for you." A familiar pentagram pattern reappeared beneath the gray-clothed man's feet. Before our eyes, white smoke emerged, and he vanished right in front of us, leaving only his final words hanging in the air.

With trembling hands, he began to remove the disguises that had concealed his true appearance, revealing a different side of himself that Amanda and Ethan had never seen before. Adrian hesitated for a moment, his resolve wavering in the face of Amanda's furious demeanor. He realized the gravity of the situation and the danger he was putting himself in by keeping his true self hidden. With a trembling hand, he reached up and began to remove the various disguises that concealed his true appearance.

A picture of his disguise rests next to it and I can’t help but smile at the long blonde wig that looks way too real, and the mustache attached to his face makes him look like a completely different person. I could recognize him, anyway. Those eyes. Those eyes will never hide from me. I smile as I see a red dress resting on the chair. I immediately replace my jeans and t-shirt with the red dress that hugs all my curves and I smile as I remember I have red lipstick in my purse.