Character With Top Hat Novels & Stories

curious. So intrigued that she dared scoot closer and take a peek, only to notice the same male from the other night dressed the same way -top hat and all- and with that same frightening appearance painted over his face as from her spot, she could see him from the side, sitting on the stool in such a calm, tranquil manner whilst his long fingers expertly touched the keys of the piano.

She grabbed me by my shoulders and smiled, and then a chuckle left her mouth. "So, our kids are going to be cousins or half-siblings?" Her question made me chuckle too. *** Charlotte is not going to be an evil character. She has been through tragedy too. Don't hate her ever. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Love Pia.

Next day, One of the nurses name Martha Ann came in and as soon as she settled herself Emma and Tina became her eyesore. She thought that Emma and the young woman should move in her furniture when Dr. Shepherd in a letter stated if they had their own furniture they need to bring a couple of people to help them. She was mad as a mad hatter but she still did get a couple of men to move her furniture in. She was also mad because the main security guard also a police detective had a bigger room than hers.

Long white hair flowed down around their shoulders from beneath the wide brims of their hats. Their skin was coarse from the local weather. They wore light grey robes with golden accents and matching pointed hats that bent slightly at the top. A gold symbol adorned the hat. “You might want to back up.” He said in a musical voice that was soothing and disturbing all at once. “I can’t just give up on him like that!” She exclaimed, feeling a deep hole in her chest ripping open. “Don’t give up but make room for the dragon to work his magic and believe.” The little man suggested. She allowed him to pull her away behind the line of little men, where they had brought Prince Vaugn.

She whispers in horror and winks before I feel my hands being grabbed to my side. I turn and see Bahm's face first, under a tall and circular black hat that had a wide gold bang running across the front and back with two red tassels hanging from each side. I was truly mesmerized by my mate's calm and charming face in his long black attire he wore. He looked like a King indeed.

She came out of the terminal dragging her suitcase and holding 2 small bags on her both shoulders. She looked around but found no one who might have come to pick her up. A man came near her and said in a foreign accent "Miss Bloom? Are you Penelope Bloom?" He had grey mop-like hair, thick beard covering almost all of his face. He looked like he hadn't taken shower in days. He seemed to be in his late thirties or early forties. She stumbled backward, holding her bag tightly. She raised her brows and said firmly "Who are you?"

All these mens were wearing hats, made me remember Viktor and his love for hats. "A beautiful lady, what are your doing here princess?" This man has his bears so long that I could even make long locks out of it, his voice was soft and gentle. "I'm lost and I can't find my way" I divulged as the the third man, wearing a black hat retorted, I couldn't see his face because he had a scarf wrapped around his face. "How do you mean? You seem to have place in mind that you're going to, we've been watching you, since you climbed our tree and took away the apples meant for our children" he stutters wearing a smile on my face.

“They live in my head. Leave me with my dreams, Boss.” “Stop playing.” Delivering a powerful slap upside his head, the orange hard hat flew off. He groaned in agony and moved aside to pick up his hat from the ground. “Who are you sending with me?” Nia arched her enthusiastic brows, looking from left to right to see who else was around. “Wheww-whewwhht” I blew the secret whistle-call. It was then that she realized that my butler, Julius, was leaning against his bike on a tree not too far from us. He was casually dressed in black jeans and a moss-green polo shirt. He strolled over to her, giving a bow.

she says. "And now," says Beth, "... you're supposed to read out the joke." Larry blinks, reaching for the slip of paper. As he opens his mouth to speak, Charlotte's lips twitch. "But you have to wear the hat." His face hardens again. Her eyes sparkle with mischief but then soften. "Last year was my first Real Christmas. This is yours." Then the devil is back in her eye. "So, you have to wear the hat." Michael stares at the ceiling. James is sucking in a smile. Richard props his chin on a fist.

He would no likely have to shoot Xavier, but it might be necessary to whack him on the head, and Augustus hated to hit such a smal head with such a large pistol To Xavier’s mind, Lippy’s hat was the final exacerbation. No man of dignity would allow such a hat in his establishment much less on the head of an employee, so from time to time he seized it and flung it out the door. Perhaps a goat woul eat it; they were said to eat worse. But the goats ignored the hat, and Lippy always went out and retrieved it when h