Bleach Guy With Hat Novels & Stories

“SO LADIES AND THEIR GENTLEMEN, GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR OUR PLAYERS!” The crowd erupted in louder cheers as I spotted multiple players making their way to their bikes, donning matching suits, padded jackets, and helmets. I effortlessly located Killian with a curious gaze. Standing tall and commanding attention, he stood distinct from the crowd, his physique accentuated by his broad shoulders and sleek, all-black ensemble. Striking red stripes adorned his padded jacket, complimenting the design of his helmet. Although his face remained concealed, his pale blue eyes sparkled brilliantly behind the transparent glass.

I guess not. What was I doing not too long ago? Oh right! Pryla calling me about a Quite Frank- MY PHONE! Grabbing my car keys and wearing my gladiator shades, I ran outside my dorm room while calling out to Jay. "JAY! JAY! JAY! JAY! JAY! JAAAAAAAY!" I wailed out while turning around the corner to meet the stairs- "Oh." A big buffy bald guy came into view with a black Bluetooth earpiece in his left ear. His pale-ish white skin glows. He has these dark black shades which did cover his eyes but didn't successfully cover the scar from the center of his forehead to his left cheek.

I walk over to the table. Someone slams into my shoulder. I spin off course and turn, about to start shouting, but the fucking guy just keeps walking. I stare after him for a few seconds. He’s bleach-pale, like he’s never seen the sun before, but he has long, shaggy black hair and wears a black tank top and baggy black pants. “You look like a goddamn cartoon character!” I shout, my nerves already fried. He flips me off over his shoulder. I turn back to my path to the drinks. Yeah, blurring the edges of this place will make it a lot more tolerable.

A door on the opposite side of the room opened. "Bro… you wouldn't believe-!" A lanky young man started, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, with a bag hanging across his chest. He wore a hat on his head, hiding what appeared to be blond hair. His eyes went wide as he saw me. I stared back strangely. "What's up man?" Shane spoke as he appeared beside me, throwing his arm over my shoulder. "Didn't know you had company," the man chuckled. Shane blinked, his eyes smiling for him.

Not even the snobs outside would know what hit them. "What did you do?" Marcus asked bluntly as he kept his hand on Anberine's back. "I'd recommend you not using the public toilets for a while... it's quite an unsightly mess out there" another male said as he entered the room, he had bluish-green hair and green eyes while his skin was pale white like the others. He wore a royal blue shirt and baggy blue trousers over his black boots. "No fair Perceval! And I missed it" Helga whined loudly as she threw her apple with a wave of her hand, only instead of landing on the floor it magically made it land in the bin.

He pointed at me first, then smiled; “You! Rise and introduce yourself.” Just as I was about to speak, the words stopped in my throat when another man walked over to me; everything about him was… unusual. First, he reminded me of that dwarf in Tangled because of how small he was, and the fact that he was entirely male besides the cloth wrapped around his waist that stopped at his knees And the tray he carried had weird… penis-shaped hats on them. “W-what are these?” I asked. “Those.” Greg was the first to answer while he walked over to pick one up. He placed it over his head, smiled at me, and replied, “Are the hats everyone must put on in the small carrots club.

“You still single or something?” Just like that, my hatred for her spiraled inside of me like a wild tornado. Of course, I should have expected the bitch to pull such a trick out of her sleeve. I searched for words, wondering what to say so I didn’t look like the loser I felt I was. Suddenly, I spotted a familiar figure. He wore a lifeguard jacket and cap, and even though it kinda shielded his physique, I could tell it was him. Those dark locks of hair framed his face as he bent down to talk to a little kid, handing over a beach ball.

"My mother wanted to see me, don't worry too much. Everything's fine. Farah nodded, convinced. "OK, Ace just came back awhile ago, and I was wondering where are you because he was alone." Blanche opened her mouth to reply, but close it when she saw someone walk passed her on her peripheral vision. The man was well-built, tall enough, he was wearing a dark blue business suit, his black hair was swept back and he was wearing a black sunglasses. He passed her like he just passed an old toy in a playground. Blanche stood there, frozen, his manly scent hit her, a familiar scent that she wouldn't forget. "Oh? Is that Ace?"

A young woman with her husband said "25 thousand dollars" the previous person said again "30 thousand dollars" the young woman said " 30 going, 30 sold, blonde bimbo sold to the young woman over there" Mic said Suddenly my eyes caught those of a man in a hat, he looked like he's in his mid 30's. He looked creepy and even his aura was dark? He smirked at me and I felt chills run down my body. He doesn't look ordinary. He called Mic and whispered something in his ears which seemed to brighten his eyes

Third person's p.o.v Linda gazed at the unknown person who was in front of her in confusion. It was her first time seeing him. He was elegantly dressed up in a typical black suit with a white shirt inside along with a tie. The tattoo of a skull on his neck made him look notorious and the grey-coloured eyes dangerous. Without forgetting the black hat with a white trim on his head. He seemed to be a man in his late fifties. Behind him stood another four men who wore matching clothes except for the hat. They looked younger and all of them had a menacing aura.