Mista Without His Hat Novels & Stories

“I’m fine. He’s just… active today.” Poppy and Ben look slightly worried, but Mystica nods, and Antony isn’t listening at all. “I suggest you grab some more supplies for your bags, and you might want a mosquito hat, princess.” He’s not talking to me, though, when he uses that word. He’s looking at Poppy and gesturing to a stack of hats that have netting around them. She swears under her breath but grabs one. I take one, too. Why they don’t bother me the same way they do her, I don’t like them.

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

Sophia in Milan with excellent light and firm margin adjustments. Damien arriving early to meetings. Noah's notebook full of things that were more important than the assigned work. Ethan's hand over mine. Everything exactly where it had always been going. Every single piece of it. Exactly right.

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.

something he was very happy about. "You okay babe?" Saint's question pierced my ear. I separated from him then quickly removed his hat and kicked his foot hard. He almost jumped because of that. Fortunately, we were far away from the people so they did not notice our sudden presence. His hat is the reason why he is invisible in the eyes of people and why he just looks like the wind can't be touched but without his hat, he just looks normal I guess. "Why did you do that." He said it calmly but his presence was dark again and he had this look to me that he couldn't believe what I did.

There was guilt emerging in his eyes and hatred for Martha. “What’s wrong?” Martha asked when she couldn’t hear his voice for a long time. “Nothing, I am tired. Let’s sleep.” He told her as Martha smiled shyly and snuggled in his arms. The feeling being in his arms was unexplainable. … BOOM The loud bang Martha abruptly, as she rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up. “What happened?” Just then Jacob pressed her down with one of his leg uncuff and shouted, “Here… Quick.”

“Can you put these on?” “What?” Arthur taps the brim of his own hat. “I can’t be seen… I’m sure you understand.” My jaw clenches tightly as the realization settles over me. Of course. Of course he can’t be seen with me, with us—with his sordid, forbidden human mistress and his half-blood son. If I had thought of this beforehand, I would have refused coming here at all. It’s too late now, though. So I snatch the hats away, but make no effort to hide my annoyance as I jam one onto my head. If Arthur notices my frustration, he doesn’t say anything as he slips his sunglasses on and gets out of the car.

he asked, watching her carefully. Lyla’s eyes narrowed slightly as she studied the screen. “No, I don’t. His face isn’t visible.” “The man was the only person at the party wearing that strange cap,” Damian continued. “Did any of your friends wear something like that?” Lyla shook her head firmly. “None of my friends wore a cap like that.” Damian leaned forward, fixing her with a steady gaze. “Think carefully. Are you sure?” “Yes,” she said evenly. “None of them did.”