Novel & Cerita Guy In A Top Hat

 "She's a guy! " Hazel pointed towards the guy who's sitting on the couch with his shirt ripped off exposing his upper body lightly as he clutched onto his shirt ripped shirt with his hand by bringing the both ripped pieces together. "What do you think? Do you want to see his ding dong to make sure that he's a guy" Ashton said while wiggling his eyebrows and got smacked by the Zayden who's right next to him. Her mouth was wide open as if she saw All the avengers right infront of her.

There are three men with cameras, two women taking notes with oversized headphones to catch what Hunter discusses, a man at a computer, two photographers, the reporter, and someone who looks like the director to me as he quietly watches, and the another reporter facing the monitor. Hunter laughs at the things the reporter says. God only knows how gorgeous he is, smiling and occasionally peeking over at me. He is in the most relaxed way I know: polo shirt, jeans, sneakers and a red cap turned backwards. It is rare to see him in a hat, and I confess that I love him in that kind of tomboy way.

“What can I do for you, sir?” The men look very distinguished with their top hats and round glasses. It’s like they just stepped out of an old detective film influenced by Charlie Chaplin. I think this image is part of their job, intended to appear impressive to suspects. “Detective Smith and Jones,” the man in front of me responds, pointing to himself and his colleague. “We come here for the case of Elena Fellogan. We’d like to ask some questions”.

SARAYA'S POV: "I'm a businessman," He began, "I can tell just by watching closely. Look, let me show you," He moved closer beside me till our faces were almost touching. "See that Lady over there with a hat that looks like the shape of a monkey's butt?" He lowered his voice "Yeah?" I snickered.

I walked inside his dorm room, earning a shocking gasp from him " You sure are the most rudest person, I have met" I glance around his room, ignoring his remark, it was messy and untidy. Just like my wife, she is messy too. Messy pigoen, always untidy. And I hate the fact that this guy has something in similar as her. "What do you want, Abram? " He asks, clearly annoyed. I removed my shades "it's Mr. Oberoi for you" I said and sat on the empty chair. "Why are you here? " "What relation you share with my wife, because best friends don't behave like the way you two do" I ask.

"Okay, now I really believe it. There's no way a woman could have pecs like that." My shirt was torn to shreds. It made me look like some kind of homeless person, so I just took it off. I stood there shirtless. Finally, no one doubted my gender anymore. Dr. Stevens screamed in despair. "Why would a man grow his hair this long? Are you a pervert? Why did you use a pad? You freak! You tricked me!" I spread my hands. "I already told you my hemorrhoids ruptured. If I showed up at the hospital bleeding everywhere, that'd be terrifying. Putting on a pad is better for everyone, right?"

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

We dash around each other for far too long and when he completely disappears, I growl. A bellowing laugh gets my attention over the crowd, my eyes dart all over, expecting to find Jasper taunting me. But instead, it’s a large male with a large black hat on his head standing just at the ring. He laughs and pats his belly as if he’s literally never seen such a funny sight. I narrow my eyes at him, and Dante insists I get closer. “Yes! Marvelous,” the male yells, thoroughly entertained.

Everything there exuded power and control. At the center of the room was KJ. He wasn't exactly what I expected. He had short hair, a neatly trimmed beard, sideburns and wore an impeccable gray suit. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes said otherwise. He looked like the kind of man who was always calculating, always analyzing. I took two confident steps into the room, my gaze fell on the cowboy hat on the table and I looked back at the man sitting down. Is that his hat? "Gutemberg Ramsey,” he said, raising a glass of whisky in greeting. " Sit down, young man. We have a lot to talk about."

A guy grumbled, probably not feeling the moody atmosphere like most of us. By the time we took three more steps through the darkness, we all stopped walking when something ran fast across the isle in front of us. "What was that?" Someone asked. "I don't think I know but I'll love to find out" a guy replied excitedly. Seconds later, someone came into view. His face was hidden under the hat he was putting on even though he was standing under a small bulb of light. I checked his physique over and it looked really familiar. Suddenly, he removed his hat from his head.