Todoroki Disguise Novels & Stories

Vlador handed Triana a set of men's clothing. "Are these the assistant's clothes?" Triana asked. Vlador nodded once. "I'll keep the doctor's robe hidden to avoid suspicion and wear it on the way." "Alright," Triana replied, climbing off the bed. She walked to the corner of the room, where Vlador had his back to her. Then she removed her dress and put on the men's attire. A shirt, vest, and trousers clung to Triana's body. Honestly, she didn't care much for their smell, but she couldn't complain since this was all she had, and Vlador had gone to great lengths to get them.

“You’ve been so kind to me and Andrea. I’ll never be able to repay you for everything you’ve done.” Before he could respond, I pulled him into a tight embrace. “You idiot,” he murmured, a chuckle in his voice. “I just want you to be happy.” He stepped back, opening a suitcase he had prepared. Inside were disguises—carefully chosen to help us slip through security undetected. “Change into these. We need to be ready before we pass through the surveillance area,” he instructed. I helped Andrea tie her hair back before tucking it under a hat, making her look like a little boy. As for me, I pulled on a curly brown wig, securing it beneath an elegant hat, and changed into a sophisticated dress.

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.

Back then, Taios had asked out of curiosity, "If he's a warrior at the peak, why is he hiding? Is he someone special?" The other man shook his head, "I don't know about that. He's just mysterious. He loves to change his looks as well, putting on a different disguise everywhere. Unfortunately, the technique he uses has already been recorded. Many people remember it. Even if he changes his looks, he'd be recognized the moment he attacks." Taios nodded as he looked at the image plate. However, back then, he had not been fully paying attention. Even though he had seen how Fane had slaughtered everyone in the Capture Hall, he could only vaguely remember it.

Dressed in a tailored tuxedo, the man stepped out with an air of calculated arrogance as his lips curled into a chilling smirk. With a voice that would send shivers down the spine, he whispered, “I’m back, cousin, and the capsizing of your shipment was just the beginning.” Andre, who now has a new look thanks to cosmetic surgery, his once familiar features had now been redefined; his eyes, now an unsettling shade of green, bore no resemblance to the past gray. His voice, too, sounded different after he practiced for over a week. To further conceal his identity, he wore an artificial beard that added to the disguise. Standing there, he was literally a stranger to his own family, or maybe not.

"You have nine minutes and fifty-six seconds now. You better use it well." I squeeze his hand once, hard enough to convey everything I can't say without vomiting, and then I'm stripping out of my tactical gear. The plain clothes feel like a disguise, like I'm shedding something essential and becoming someone I don't recognize. But that's the point. Delinda can't know what I'm coming to do. She can't see the weapon in my eyes or the desperation in my movements. When I'm dressed, everyone nods.

Every look he gave, every muted chat he started was meant to reinforce the terror of weakness and the image of strength under his own control. Kaida accompanied him that evening, her well-worn shoes tapping against the marble floors to reverberate in the empty halls. She had embraced the Luna designation as though it had been waiting only for her, carrying the weight with trained simplicity. Each smile was deliberate, each nod was a silent order for onlookers. She was the very picture of order and elegance to the pack. She was a precisely sharpened knife for Darius, used when and where he required her.

I teased, eyeing her from top to bottom. She had changed from her former clothes to a pair of black baggy pants, a crop top, and a hoodie. Her brown hair was tucked into a blonde wig, and her eyes were hidden under a pair of thick lenses. It wasn't a ten out of ten disguise, but she did look different. Hopefully enough to stay under the radar in case Lorenzo discovered that we were gone before we were out of the city. "You're so silly." She giggled and ogled at me. "You look different too."

A Black Lamborghini car pulls into a halt, and both Spooky and Tornado come out from it. She was wearing a strapless short bodycon gown, and an animal hair black jacket was wrapped around her shoulder. Her peep toes heels was a top-notch to everything, making her look so s*xy, she was wearing a purple color curly wig, which gave her a different kinda look. Tornado was also dressed in disguise as her bodyguard. Both entered the clubhouse and their eyes fell on both Jupitar and Braxton who was disguised as a waitress.

Nothing much is different in this setting, though. Glancing at the time from her pocket watch, Tori wore a pale peach off-shoulder outdoor dress with minimal frills and ribbons. She let her hair loose with only a ruby-decorated hairpin on the other side of her hair. Her shoes with the same color as her dress but with a golden design on them, and her royal blue robe stopped at her midsection with the Rozenreff insignia embroidered at the back. Tori twirled with a satisfying feeling when she watched herself in the mirror.