The Man In Disguise Novels & Stories

I grabbed his collar and started pulling him down the middle aisle. The people surrounding us dispersed and made way for us to walk through the market. “Who started it?” His tone of voice urged me to admit that I was the one who started this fight but we both knew who the real culprit was, so, I simply rolled my eyes at him. “I’m being made a laughing stock on human grounds.” “That’s the magic of my beautiful disguise on you.” “Beautiful? I look ridiculous.” I pressed a finger against his mouth to stop him from saying anything else. “Ridiculous or not, no one will be able to recognize you in this disguise.”

“I also stopped by the two closest of my safe rooms and retrieved the cash and supplies I’d stored there.” “Well aren’t you Mister-Fucking-Efficient,” I say, in between bites of my breakfast sandwich. He ignores the jibe and proceeds to empty another one of the bags onto the bed—disguise items, including wigs, boxes of various-colored contact lenses, and facial prosthetics. This leaves one remaining bag, which I assume is filled with cash and fake I.D.s. Indicating the disguise items, he says, “This will hardly do the job of T.H.E.M.’s Appearance Artificers—what was your nickname for them again?”

The powerful aura was hard to ignore, so Harmonia subconsciously looked beside her. She then saw a man wearing a simple black hoodie, a black Prada bucket hat, a pair of black sunglasses, and a black mask. Apart from his prominent nose, nothing else could be made out. This disguise simply could not be compared to hers. Clothes could be changed, and hats, sunglasses, and masks could conceal one's appearance. However, the inherent aura and the refreshing atmosphere emanating from him could never be changed.

He was initially worried that Catherine might have sensed something amiss, and he was now reassured. As he assessed Catherine, she was also sizing him up. "Since you're here, care to introduce yourself?" she asked. "You know about me, but I don't know about you!" The man's appearance was unremarkable, with no distinctive features that would make him stand out in a crowd. Yet Catherine saw through his facade. This man must have been disguised, and the face she saw was not his real one. "What's behind that mask?" she wondered.

The man tried to resist, but I immobilized his head, causing him to lose strength and pass out. "I'm sorry, friend, but there was no other way," he said, bending down and starting to take off his clothes. I needed your uniform, which came with the cap, for my disguise. I got dressed and took the clothes I had with me. I stared at him once more, looking at the state I'd left him in. Leaving a man with only shoes and underpants, he said: "Apologies once again…" I adjusted the uniform, praying that no one would suspect, as it was small. The shirt bared my stomach and the pants were above my ankles. The man was small, no more than five foot seven.

She had even gone so far as to think that her son would become a womaniser one day! “That’s enough, dear, let me speak to him,” hissed Antonio from the other end of the line before finally addressing his son. “Hello, my son? How are you?” “I’m fine, Dad. And I’m sorry about that embarrassing news story,” Matteo said softly. “I was just about to ask you about that, Matteo. But fortunately, in the photos that have been circulating, the media have blurred the man’s face. I can’t imagine what would happen if everyone knew that the man in the photo was the CEO of Magnolia Spring Resort,” explained Antonio in a calm voice.

Several minutes later, Ellen paid for her groceries at the counter before heading to the parking lot to find her car when she noticed a man wearing a mask that resembled William. 'Ellen, he's just a random person, don't be tricked again,' Ellen thought to herself as she noticed the man approaching her. So, Ellen walks faster, but she trips over a rock and falls. Then the guy notices it and rushes over to her to assist her. “Ellen, are you all right?” The guy stated, and Ellen seemed confused. “How did you know my name?” Ellen inquires, after which the man removes his disguise and reveals himself to be William.

Nothing made sense to me. "Who is he? What are you trying to say?" I was lost. "Don't you know him? Perhaps he would answer you," he replied. "What exactly do you mean?" Exasperated, I inquired. With his mouse, he began to digitally remove the man's moustaches, sideburns, and bulbous nose. Mike's face appeared. "Mike!" I exclaimed, "Mike is wearing a disguise. What exactly does that have to do with me?" I inquired, perplexed.

“And in that short time, you’ve proven yourself reliable. Keen and smart.” It’s already been almost six months since I started the disguise mission. Six months of sitting in front of codes and pretending I was just another regular employee who lived off caffeine and deadlines. Yet, my target is still alive and breathing… even prettier since the first time we met. Stupid mafia, stop it. I gave him a humble nod. “Thank you, Sir. I just try to do my best at my job.” Mr. Jafersons looked pleased. “You’ve done more than that. I see potential in you, Keigh Russo. Perhaps, the next in line with Ms. Moretti?”

If Marcus’s men were watching, they’d pounce. But what Marcus didn’t know was that the “Kendall” leaving the building wasn’t Kendall at all it was one of Rourke’s people, disguised just enough to pass a quick glance. Kendall stayed hidden, listening over comms as Lucas and Jack tracked the decoy’s route. “They’re following,” Lucas murmured. “Two cars back. Black sedan.” “Let them get comfortable,” Jack said. The decoy reached the designated meeting point an abandoned warehouse by the docks. Jack was already there, waiting in the shadows.