Guy In A Top Hat Novels & Stories

“You seem lost.” I immediately jolted to my feet, and my heart nearly stopped as someone unexpectedly spoke close behind me in the hallway. I twirl around with my hand pressed on my chest, seeing a thin older man wearing a combination of a gray and blue four-piece suit with a red necktie. He had a wooden tobacco pipe pressed between his thinning lips and a black top hat perched on his head. One thing I also noticed was the ring on his finger. Embedded in the middle was a huge red stone with something scriptures written on its silver band.

I feel like he’s weighing my answer. “Wait, here,” he ordered and went to the old man. I think he’s already in his forties. He is still wearing the long white hat. He looks dignified and well respected by the others. I don’t have any idea what they called him. But honestly, I don’t care. All I want is to enter the heavenly realm freely.

He gestured to my pizza. He was one weird man. I rubbed my wrist before starting to eat my pizza, ignoring the eyes on me. Minutes later, when he was done, he walked away and came back, holding a stick. Was he going to beat me with that? Pathetic. "Oh no, I'm not going to beat you up with that." He said, frowning as if he could read my mind. He showed me the stick, "I'm going to hold this like this" he held it with his two hands, horizontally, "Then I'm going to ask you questions."

They were about six men in the room who were not putting on a mask or a hat except one who was dressed in an expensive suit, on his head was a black hat that was glowing under the rim light. From his stance and aura one could depict the fact that; the man won't be an ordinary man.. He say on the couch with his back leaned against it, he had legs crossed against his thighs. He has this oval shape for a mouth and a gun strap to his belt sack. He lifted his face but his eyes were unseen because his hat was hindering the privilege. "Arrg ..." Came her cry. The cry of Mila, wife to Rico. They had given her a deadly punch in the stomach.

𝘐 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. Holy shit, he's sexy. Am I still sore? I watch as he neatly places the top back on the rack, contemplating whether or not I should drag him into a corner and beg him to fuck me. He grabs the pile of stuff that I put on that bench and slips his hand into mine. "I saw you staring at that hat." He nods up towards a wall display. "I think it would look good on you." I follow his gaze. It's a wide brimmed sun hat that's perfectly white. I can only imagine the cost. Whatever it is, I can't justify it.

The man continually denied every accusation, infuriating himself. "That guy is really shameless," Kimberly grumbled. "Calm down; all the evidence has been collected. He won't be able to move," Ertan said. Unbeknownst to them, someone entered wearing a mask over his mouth and a hat. He was wearing black jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black jacket. His long hair was tied up in a ponytail and covered by the hat he was wearing. The figure continued to look at Danial with a gaze that could not be interpreted.

and hurried to the next car train, but before I closed the door, I let one of them see me so I could lure them away from Jane. “She’s there!" One of them shouted. Those guys were wearing a tuxedo as if they were part of James Bond’s film. It was hilarious and disappointing to think that Carmine spends a lot of money on them. They were so incompetent, but I gotta give them some credits for their persistency. I promptly took the seat across from an elderly man who had settled on one of the seats. “Can I borrow this?” I was pertaining to his coat and hat just hanging on his seat. He was a little stunned to even answer, and so I just took them and wore them as quickly as possible.

It could make him land on a nice higher position—a promotion. The swivel chair pivoted in one hundred eighty degrees. A man in his usual black tuxedo is revealed. He is wearing a black hat that resembles like that of a magician. His face has a well-defined jaw line, skin is of pale complexion, and eyes as red as an apple. He momentarily lifted his eyes and made it land into Angelo. A grin has willingly formed itself on his face. One thing he loves the most is the smell of money on his hands. And what Angelo has reported had made his heart beats happily.

Four men in black entered, followed by another wearing a black hat with his head bowed. “Andrew Watterson, today is your day of reckoning!” He said with a growl, pulling off his hat and looking up. “It can’t be...” I muttered and stood frozen in front of him.

"Who’d you terrorize today?" "Mr. Bradley," she answered casually, sipping the beer Donnie handed her. "Not the old man again!" Donnie groaned, shaking his head. As she sat, a man beside her caught her eye. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered most of his face, expensive snake-skin boots, and a silver cobra ring on his thumb. His hands looked too soft for hard work, and though his face was mostly hidden, his presence was commanding. "Hello!" Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention.