Mista Without His Hat Novels & Stories

Instead I see sadness, “You see, you are the first person I have met who hasn’t asked why a rich man like me wears a cheap straw hat.” “I do not judge people based on what they wear, professor.” “This hat belongs to my late son, no matter how worn out it gets I will pay any amount to patch it up,” He laughs at himself, “And I sell these types of guns so they could be used to kill a particular breed…” “Get down, Mason!” Mikko instantly wrapped his hand around my shoulder, pushing me to the ground. Before I could have the chance to ask what was happening, a dagger flew past my face, slicing my right cheek.

“Cowboys wear hats.” “You wear it because I like your head in one piece,” Mia told him. “And you need more practice to be a cowboy.” Alexander opened his mouth to complain, but Carter held up a helmet of his own. “I'm wearing a helmet,” Carter informed him, putting the heavy helmet on his own head. He shrugged like it was nothing. “These don't blow off in the wind, so I actually like it better than a hat.” Mia could have kissed him for the small white lie. Alexander stopped pouting and immediately put his helmet on without a fuss. Carter gave her a wink as he walked over to her.

He looked so uncomfortable with the hat that he often scratched his head, but Merri and I both fixed the hat so it wouldn't come off because we were worried that the color of his hair would be too flashy. "Hmm... I don't think we need to cover Pasha's beautiful hair with a hat anymore, Merri." Merry nodded happily. Then we took off Pasha's hat. From that action, we can see Pasha smiling broadly showing off his healthy gums. 'I don't think blonde is anything new in this place, thank goodness.'

Aahva always uses firearms, so he only needs a lot of bullets. After all the luggages, get packed up to the horse carriage, which was prepared for various trips. A tall man wears a round black hat with a red ribbon wrapped around his hat, which has a white bird feather on the right side of his hat. He’s wearing a black suit and black trousers that fit very well to his body. As he’s walking, he puts on his coat manly. Aahva, who has suited up with a formal clothes like a high-ranking officer that makes him look authoritative, approach him.

Stones hesitated, but he reluctantly gave up and sat in the car, he watched helplessly until the man wearing a hat entered the clubhouse. Inside the deserted clubhouse, Madam Vanessa sat on a couch, behind him is Butler Bass, the both of them wore blank facial expressions. She chuckled when she saw the man wearing a hat “I thought you won't come, you are now becoming braver” she sneered, and glared at the man with disdain. The man wearing a hat didn't stand on ceremony, he sat on a couch, poured himself a drink, and gulped it all. “What do you expect?” he smirked and reclined on the chair.

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.

He said, "The weather's hot, yet you're dressed in many layers. Aren't you afraid of heatstroke? Come. Let me help you take everything off for you." Misty did dress oddly. She wore a beach vacation-style wide-brimmed hat and even covered her face tightly.

He was staring at Master Aurel's row. I hid a smirk. Let them measure egos. "Lumira! Over here! LUMI-CHAN!!" Mishi stood on his seat. The legendary Master of Supernatural Politics & Law wore a neon-glitter headband: GO DUSKBANE. He waved two oversized violet pom-poms with enough force to create wind. Beside him, Alaric sat perfectly straight, small banner in hand, dignified despite the chaos. "Oh gods," Dahlia whispered, adjusting leg warmers. "He's acting like a soccer mom."

LUNA A soft knock pulled me from half-sleep hours later. I didn’t answer. But the door clicked open anyway. Misha stepped in with quiet precision, the weight of his presence filling the room like an unspoken command. He wasn’t in his usual suit now. Just black slacks and a white shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, as if the power he carried didn’t need tailoring to fit. His hair was damp from a shower, a faint hint of smoke and pine lingering around him like a shadow.

he goes over to the rack and then chooses a hat and comes back over to us. He holds out the hat so we all can see and it read on the front " Fuck everyone ". 25 " Sameee. " Maddie says and laughs while Kylie beside her growls. " You better not be fucking anyone but me. " Kylie raises her eyebrow, but this doesn't effect Madison as she gets a mischievous glint in her eye.9 " Who says I haven't. " she struts away with a smirk and if we didn't have to pay for the hats, Kylie would've been fuming after her.6