The Man In Disguise Novels & Stories

“I really did get lost,” the man said again. “Then why are you all wrapped up like that? Who are you hiding from?” Mia narrowed her eyes, clearly not buying it. The man let out a short laugh, half amused, half annoyed. He glanced around—no one else was nearby. Then he took off his sunglasses and lowered his mask, lifting his chin slightly toward her. “Now do you see why I’m dressed like this?” “Why?” Mia asked, still suspicious. Sure, he was handsome—just a tiny bit inferior to her brother.

But just then a force weight on the door, causing the knob to slip from his hand and he jumped back as a man dropped onto the living room floor. "What's going on? Who are you?" Rene asked, gazing curiously at the strange man, who was still groaning in pain as he lay on the floor. The stranger lifted his head and his face came into view, revealing that it was a man, probably in his early thirties with long black hair which hung limply around his shoulders. His skin was marked with tattoos and a thick scar ran over his eyebrow. His eyes seemed dull and lifeless, reflecting no emotion whatsoever.

A few times I nearly stumbled and got caught but in the end, I managed to sneak into the restaurant they went to have a meal. Yet again, I couldn’t bring myself to fire at her. This woman made me feel like we had known each other all our lives when we had never properly met before. When she smiled, I blanked out. I was certain I had seen that smile somewhere. The timer went off on my phone before I remembered why I was there. Andre had promised to erase the footage so I wouldn’t show up later but I couldn’t trust him. I went to the restroom and put on my disguise of a hoodie and the scarf that covered most of my face, as well as a pair of huge goggles. When I returned, I didn’t go back to my

“Alright, you may leave now. Don’t come in unless I tell you to.” The maid agreed. After the door closed behind her, the man took off his cap, then his sunglasses, and finally his mask. As he slowly removed his disguise, Mariette’s eyes grew wider and wider. By the time he stood before him in his full glory, her mouth was agape and she could not say a word. The man smiled slightly. “What’s the matter, Mariette? Have you forgotten about me after a year?” Mariette could not hide her shock, stammering for a long time before she managed, “M-Maxwell! You’re alive?”

A ski mask hid his face. Inside the cell, a man was handcuffed to the bars. His face was bruised badly making him unrecognizable. Dizon walked briskly. Confidence and a poised posture worked well with his disguise. No one recognized him. The exit appeared. A few guards nodded or waved at him. He nodded back before stepping outside. The early morning rays were rising over the horizon. He stood for a while and stared at the warehouse. "You did say I was tough, huh? Too bad I won't get to see the expression on your pale Russian face, Arrow."

A hunchbacked old man, missing some teeth, gray hair tangled like an old doll's hair disguised by the old checkered beret, beard badly cut, he went terribly ill-dressed, and smiling into the building, entered the elevator along with three other men who looked at him kindly, then the old man smiled satisfied, the disguise had really worked. 'M' made his way to the room he rented in front of the Fischer mansion, he discreetly watched the place until he finally started to pull off all that disguise, it was time to act, old Hatawhay had sent some men in an old van and they were waiting for the time to attack and get the uniforms of the Fischer mansion employees.

I still couldn’t look at him in the eye. “NO.” I heaved a sigh and started removing my jumper. “Hey, w-what the fuck are you doing?!” He grabbed my hand to stop me. “Not now!” “Disguise! You need a disguise to get out of here, Jesus… Not everyone has a dirty mind like yours!” I rebutted furiously. Swiftly, I removed my jumper and handed it to him. “Give me your jacket.” In a minute, I had his jacket over mine while he wore my jumper—since it was extra large, it covered him nicely. I tucked his paws into the jumper’s sleeves, then pulled my hair up into a neat bun and ruffled his hair into a drunkard’s mess.

The fake drinks! “Catch up with that man!” He ordered his escorts, pointing towards the man who ran off, sensing he had been made. They ran after him at full speed and Adrian watched on agitated. “How do you like my gift?” An old man dressed in a cleaner outfit said with a shaky voice. Adrian just stood with his mouth agape as the old man started removing his disguise. “I told you we will meet again, didn't I?” The man said, amused. Adrian paled instantly, he hadn't seen this coming before it hit him. He knew the peace and quietness for a few months was too good to be true.

Where and when had he met that person? The man disguised as a supit, said no more. He pulled the car over on a fairly quiet street. Leonardo increased his vigilance because he did not know, was the man an opponent or a friend? There was also the possibility that his opponent was carrying a weapon more deadly than a dagger. "You don't need to react like that. I'm on your side," the man said as he took off his hat and mask, to disguise his identity. "Around!" Leonardo balled up. "What's your plan, ah?" Then pointed the dagger, right at the man's neck. With just one swipe, the dagger would create a wound that could result in loss of life.

He was not that concerned as he had cameras set up in the room so if anything went down the hill he would be able to stop . Alesso looked at the man seated on the chair looking like a hopeless person. "Why do you look so afraid?" Alesso asked with a playful scowl on his face. "I am smiling, aren't I?" He continued making the man whimper. Till now Alesso's eyes had turned completely black. "Will you be my plaything?" His voice was mare deeper than his actual one making the man sitting in front of him pale. "No." He shakes his head frantically as he tried to get away from Alesso but that was not working.