Character With Top Hat Novels & Stories

Bella asks. That’s when I went into full detail on what they were. One of them was a man who wore a big hat with a white and blue robe, no pupils in his eyes, and looked to be in his late forties. There was also a woman with six arms, blue skin, red lips and eyeliner. She looked to be Indian or Persian. Another one had a dog head with golden Egyptian style clothing. Another man had a deer skull on his head, red eyes, leafy undergarments, and a brown tunic. Another man had an eye patch, golden armor, a spear with a diamond point, jewels of different colors and a gray beard. The last man had white hair, a white beard, a golden and white tunic, brown laced shoes, and no pupils in his eyes. “Dam

She argues, and it sounds like she’s trying to convince herself to not give in. Akio grins. “No you won’t.” He takes a step closer to her, and their height difference is simply, adorably, perfect. “My hat will protect you.” He says, taking it off and placing it on her head. His hair falls down his shoulders and I catch Bibah biting down a smile as she tips the hat back so it balances well. Akio shrugs off his top coat and tosses it to William. Bibah shakes her head in stubborn, adamant disagreement.

"Welcome, scum," said a man in shorts and a blue polo shirt. The man wore a black hat with the letters HTH on it. A whistle hung around his neck. There was a scar that started from the back of his head and down his spine. He had a clipboard in one hand and a pencil in the other.

Olivia said, smiling. "Then you take this one." Zayden picked up the monkey-faced character hat there. "No way, it's not funny!" protested Olivia. "It suits you," Zayden teased. "I don't want one," Olivia replied at the time. "I want a cat." Zayden wanted to laugh at Olivia's pouty face. "Alright, take the cat one," he relented, and put it on Olivia's head. The woman smiled cheerfully there again. They continued their journey and enjoyed every culinary item sold there. Olivia really liked the food sold there.

The Scribe’s warbled cry bled through the gold-played doors and I was thankful that he had not seen me choke on the tea. What the hell were the Main City Wolves doing in my castle without summoning? “Come in Mammood,” I growled somewhat angrily, watching the leather-faced man hop in, his scribe hat almost as tall as he was and equally slim as it rested uneasily on his sand and salt hair. “Your Highness,” He greeted, kissing his knees and making my eyebrows rise when he somehow managed to keep the hat upright. I nodded, taking a few steps back as the man organized himself, knowing he had to be hiding an animal in the hat, one that would jump out and attack someone one day. Nasty business.

“Perfect.” I eyed him, unknowingly taking note of all his features. He was in short black shorts—shorts that were shorter than normal—and a red top with the imprint of a white skull on it. But it was hard to call the short a ‘top’ because it looked like he fought with a tiger, making most of this ‘top’ ripped apart.

•••THE LIVING RAT••• The outside world was not as much as she expected. The television usually shows mostly streets with men wearing black suits, and black briefcases in their hands. With no expression the less she can see. The woman with a top round hat with pretty lace and some feather, with various colors of tops and skirts she could say seemingly they are comfortable wearing those. Some of them have fur around their neck, scarves.

he continued. I nodded and gritted my teeth while looking at the two gentlemen dressed like mad hatters. It's a good thing that the theme of this event is the characters from the book, a book theme. Of course, everyone has a disguise, but I can quickly identify what they look like in most of them. "I love your character tonight, Xav. A tuxedo mask." Bryce chuckles. "You look devilish and mysterious." I gave him a dissatisfied look, and he stopped. No one knows that I am here. They didn't realize that it was me because of my disguise.

I did an excited dance to the beat as I climbed the stairs one by one, getting to the top level of his closet. I looked at his selection of hats that he had kept in glass cases for each one. I bit my lip before I reached for a hat and placed it on my head with a naughty and excited smile. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I suddenly began to feel like some type of mob boss. "Hello pretty face," I said in a husky voice as I looked at the mirror in front of me, acting like some macho man. My eyes turned to look at the trench coats and I walked to them before I pulled out a dark brown trench coat that matched with the brown hat that I placed on my head. I easily threw the trench coat over my

Initially, his face was shrouded by a cliché darkness hanging over his flat top Panama hat. "So, where do you suppose we should plan this, Mr. Meyer?" Charles asks the gentleman that was revealed to be Caine. He finally shew his face as he releases a very warm Joker-esque crossed with Mother Theresa type of grin.