Novel & Cerita Cock Rooster Hat

Everyone deserves a second chance she muttered in her head. "Is there something you want to say?" Greta asked in a much softer intonation. Ryan looked quite confused by Greta's sudden change if reaction, he shook his head slowly, his hand pointed at Greta's head, "It's just your hat, your's still wearing your cooking hat," Ryan said flatly. Greta's face turned red instantly, she touched her head and immediately took off the white chef hat with the 'The Food Theory' printed clearly on it. Embarrassed she turned around and walked briskly away from Ryan who was secretly smiling slightly, so slight that people could barely see it.

At least there was some sort of memory of him here that wasn't locked away in a cupboard downstairs. The atmosphere was bursting with happiness from everyone. Rose and Carlo had on silver Christmas hats with white fake fur trims. Lee and Kuru wore the black hats, rimmed with silver fur. Honey had elf ears clipped over her own, and I was handed a pair of swirling silver antlers that spread out over my back. "If you had purple eyes and silver fur, you'd be perfect" Carlo smiled at me "our own little Korvin." "Korvin?" I laughed back.

” A man who wears a Viking helmet which horns look like sharp blades said. “Carz, the tiger.” A man in tiger motive kimono said. “Darz, the rabbit.” A long-haired woman in a white coat and white high heels said. “Garz, the horse.” A gigantic man in a grey T-shirt and 4 swords akimbo said. “Irz, the monkey.” A man in a shabby T-shirt and ripped jeans said. “Jarz, the rooster.” A man who wears goggles and red fur pullover said.

He caught everyone’s attention by merely making a stand! “I got something inside my hat, and I wanted to show it all to you. This might help clarify things and make it easier for Master Amante to decide on what to do next.” He removed his boater, exposing his bald tops, unleashed one of the ribbons there, and put it inside the upside-down hat. White smoke erupted from it and float in the air in a cloud-like form.

I instantly rushed over to her and took her into the basement, "Stay here, don't move." She nodded at me while I remove my gun and loaded it before going back upstairs. The door flew open, revealing six men in black suits, heavily armed. I scanned their skin in search for any tattoos and felt my heart skip a beat when I saw a tattoo on their wrists. A fucking Dragon. It was the Russian Mafia.