Character With Top Hat Novels & Stories

he said, his voice dry and clearly unimpressed. I snorted out a laugh before I cringed. “Sorry. Couldn’t help it. I mean, can you blame me? It’s not every day I come across a Cinderella in drag, looking for her—I mean, his—lost slippers.” “Maleficent,” he corrected, still lacking all humor. “I’m supposed to be Maleficent.” He pointed to the distinctly Maleficent-shaped horns on his head and then the flipped-up collar of his cape as if that explained everything, which, hmm, actually yeah, it did make total sense now that he mentioned it. Huh. Why hadn’t I caught onto that before?

When we pull away, he tips his--my hat and I burst into laughter, letting thoughts of my betrayal to my best friend take a backseat. "Hey yourself," I mutter, my eyes scan his outfit. With the hat and skinny jeans paired with a denim jacket, he can pass off as a modern-day cowboy. "It's good to see you." Josh flips his short, brown hair, I chuckle and show him how it's done by flipping the ends of my cornrows which swipe across his cheeks. He scoffs, I roll my eyes and snatch my hat to place on the table. His tattooed knuckles come into view as his fingers circle the hat, I squint at the Roman numerals written in black ink decorating his hand.

For a second the reflection did not copy my movement. Instead, it showed a different version of me. I was standing in a large hall wearing a crown made of black metal and glowing symbols. Wolves bowed before me. I stumbled back in shock. The image vanished. My heart raced. What was happening to me? A knock sounded again. This time the door opened without waiting for permission. He entered. The Alpha. Even after everything, seeing him still stole my breath for half a second. He was taller than most wolves in the pack. His presence filled the room instantly with an intensity that made the air heavier. His dark hair was slightly messy as if he had not slept properly. His eyes locked onto mine i

"Can't women tell either?" It seems that the smoke just now was placed in the wrong position. It should not be extinguished above his head, but in his eyes. "He grew a pair of eyes!" His subordinates were frightened and hurriedly said, "That person was wearing a duckbill cap, with a big mask on his face, and dressed in a hoodie and pants. It was really difficult to distinguish..." "Step back." "Yes, yes, yes..." Mr. Harrell took a few more puffs, huh, just the two of you? You've got quite the nerve!

Startled, she turned around and saw a tall, slender man in his middle-aged years, wearing a hat that gave him a mysterious air. He resembles to a character straight out from "The Godfather" movie, flanked by two bodyguards in black suits, sporting dark sunglasses that concealed their eyes with a golden cane in his right hand. "Bravo, my dearest Sarah! Your rigorous training has been truly rewarding," the man said, his voice smooth and commanding.

She said. “What did they look like?” I asked. “Well they all had identical midnight black hair, but different lengths. One had facial hair, a goatee was all. Another had a long scar along the side of his cheek across his right eye. He always wore a top hat. Those are the only distinctive things I can remember. The other two didn’t have anything that made them stand out. If I saw them I could probably point them out. But it’s been years since I have seen them, it’s hard to remember.” She said. I pulled her close to me in a soft embrace. “Thank you, princess. That actually helps me more than you know.” I said, releasing my hold on her. I nodded for her to stand, and she climbed off my lap as I

One of them is a bald Caucasian with a ring of white hair still hanging on in a strip around his head. He’s in full livery, holding his hat nervously. The man next to him is broad-shouldered, with brown skin and dark hair parted on the side. He’s wearing a business suit and an expression of horror as he takes in my gore-splattered dress. “Her Majesty, Queen Ella, leader of the Toronto pack,” Charles says, prompting both of the men to bow. “Your Majesty,” the police chief says nervously, and he’s echoed by the guy from the mayor’s office.

“It's not that you are weird. It's because of the hat you are wearing.” “Why is there something wrong with my hat? I try to remember what the hat looks like. It is color brown, and the design is just okay. Although it has a cherry on top of it, it doesn't look weird, so why are they staring? “The hat looks nice. What is wrong with it?” They both laugh at me. “Well, yeah, to you, it works just fine. But here in this village, it is weird to see someone using that hat as it was used for those who will get married.”

"Greetings lady with shiny gold hair," says the guy who looks like a charming prince from a fictional book. The guy has red hair and brown eyes, quite different from the empire's trade look. Most people of Allandis have an innate sparkling ray of sunlight hair. "M-Me?" Aileen asked. She blinked her eyes twice while pointing at her chest. Then the guy smiled and presented her with a hat. 'Oh, he must have caught it accidentally.' "Is this hat yours, my lady?"

Following a jeering noise, the hat cut off a strand of hair on his temples. The hat didn't stop here. As if controlled by Xiao Chen, it began spinning toward the other three behind Zuoqiu Yang. Its fierce momentum made them believe that the hat was some kind of devilish magic treasure. Not daring to meet it head-on, they leaned backward and dodged the attack. One final spin later, the hat returned to Xiao Chen's hand. He put the hat back on and pushed it down. He then propelled himself into the air with the tip of his foot and made his escape.