The Man In Disguise Novels & Stories

He wasn't wearing his disguise and it triggered me. “What are you doing? Can you kindly wear your disguise please? I don't want to see you anywhere near me while I'm dressed like this in public.” “But you wore this for me, didn't you?” “I wore it for myself. Wear your disguise.” I was barely playing and he seemed to catch on to my panic. “Okay okay.” He surrendered. His disguise consisted of fake beards, glasses and contacts to make it even more convincing, then he wore his hair differently. The only thing that stayed the same with him was his clothes and that manly scent that drove me crazy.

I said, and the last human standing, a burly man with a terrified expression, stumbled forward, his eyes fixed on me like a puppet walking to its Master. “Tell Daniel this: he's playing with fire, and he'll get burned. ” The man nodded, his eyes wide. “I-I'll tell him, he is playing with fire and he'll get burned.” I smiled, a round cloud-like substance appeared and rolled its way into his mouth. “Good. Now, go.” With a flick of my wrist, the man disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of bodies. “How was he able to discern it was you despite your disguise? Even Victor couldn't tell.”

That middle-aged man had that unshaven face, black hair, black eyes and was wearing black sportswear. "All of you, gather in a line." he said in a demanding voice and whistled again and as he ordered and everyone arranged themselves in a line but Maria was eyeing that middle-aged man in front of her, indeed she knew him and it had been long since she last saw him.

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.

The man didn't even hesitate as he stepped aside, allowing them a way out. Ellena followed the masked man into the car. As soon as the car door was closed, she hesitated for a long time. She stared at him for a few seconds before mustering out the courage to ask but her voice still trembled, "Are you Cyrus?" The man slowly took off his mask as he flashed her a smile. "This disguise must be crap if you recognized me that easily?" "No, of course not! It's just..." Ellena stuttered as she struggled to come up with the words to explain her predicament. Instead of defending herself, she fell into a fit of coughs, shaking her head over and over again. The anxiety was already eating her up.

The call dropped and the phone started ringing again. Just then a hand touched him on the shoulder. He turned to find out who it was and frowned. "Geez!" he exclaimed and got up from the seat. "Who are you?" he asked looking at the strange-looking man in a baseball cap, shades and a nose mask. "Come with me," said the person. "I am not going anywhere with you. Who are you?" Jonathan asked again looking at the person's eyes. The person does look familiar but he was wondering who the person was and why the disguise.

Names, accounts and deaths disguised as accidents. Her father’s handwriting. Her stomach twisted. Then she felt it. That sensation again. Being watched. Not the cameras. Something else. She scanned the room slowly. Near the back, a man stood apart from the others. Mid-forties. Ordinary face. Expensive suit worn like a disguise. He wasn’t looking at Dante. He was looking at her. Their eyes met. He smiled. Not polite. Not curious. Isabelle’s breath hitched. The man lifted his glass in a subtle toast.

While he continuosly called out my name I can't help but be worried, I was sure I used a different Identity so how? "How do you know my name. Mr, am afraid I don't know you." I could have just denied the fact that, that was my name, but for some reason I couldn't, especially when I saw his teary eyes. I could feel his tear drops on the back of my hand, did his wife perhaps look like me. Is that why? "No, you do. I can see through any disguise of yours." I take it back, he knows who I am. "How did you know it's a disguise." This man, he's able to know everything about me including my name without second thoughts, just who is this Jasper guy.

I stood up from the bed, ready to go meet Charles, when the doctor called me aside. "I don't criticize people because of who they are because I believe everyone has a reason for doing so. I know you have your purpose of disguising as a man but you need to be very careful. You have a fragile body and also be careful of your alcohol intake "How did you know that I'm disguised as a man? "It's my work and I'm a professional in it." The doctor said and walked away while I followed Charles. When we got back to the lodge, e veryone was happy I came back safe and sound.

"The clothes, why the fuck you been coming to my place looking like Broom Hilda, when you're walking around with the body of a fucking bombshell. You trying to fuck with my head?" "No, no, absolutely not...if you could just... your hand." I pushed my breast harder into his hand, and he gave a little squeeze and then let go. Nooooo. "Sorry, shit, didn't even realize I was doing that shit." Well spare me your full attention for the next five minutes before you kill me. "Now answer me, why the disguise?" "It's not a disguise per se, I just... I'm not ready to talk about it." "Talk about what, what's going on?"