Mista Without His Hat Novels & Stories

He had a long standing vendetta with these destructive little bitches, so he was determined to kill them all. Pearl was so upset that all she could do was sit down and cry, while Mister fought his way back to his feet. Once he was back on his feet and he had had enough, he roared a long, loud and very dominant roar, causing most of the sprites to stop in their tracks and take notice. Justin quickly caught on and he and Mister both reared back and let their big roars belt out a few more good times.

Then she had an idea. Luna rushed toward him once more, trying to snatch the hat off his head. He ducked to avoid her hand but was surprised when she leaped into the air and kicked the hat off his head. It fell to the ground, and his long hair fell over his shoulder. He turned his back to her, opening his fan and waving it in front of his face. She wondered why he was hiding his face and reached for the fan.

"Once Aston is destroyed, Drakonia will lose its most crucial economic base, and its national strength will be severely diminished. I expected the strongest in Aston to be formidable, but he's so weak. This mission was ridiculously easy! I didn't have to exert any effort at all to get the bonus from this job!" He turned around, smiling. "You still have about ten seconds to live. Make sure to enjoy your remaining time in this world. Goodbye!" He took a step forward, ready to leave. However, Chester's final words made the man in the hat freeze with shock. "Hah! I’m sorry to say that I'm not the strongest in Aston! There’s someone even stronger than me! Hahaha! Is Organization V full of morons?

What if it fell and landed on her stomach? He shuddered at the thought. “When the Madam came back, she said she wanted some coconuts-” “You could buy her one at the supermarket or pluck it yourself.” “Ah- Young Master, I'm not so tall to reach for it.” “Heidi isn't tall either. You are not taking your job seriously, Mira. If anything bad happens to her in my absence, I will hold you accountable.” “Young Master, please forgive me.” Mira rubbed her palms together in a pleading gesture. “Ah, what are you doing, Young Master,” she suddenly exclaimed as Lucas took off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Gladwin said taking over. "Dad," said Lilyana in a spoiled tone, she felt embarrassed. The sound of a motorbike roaring was clear, making the three of them turn towards the source of the sound. The rider wears a helmet, jacket and outfit that is all black from top to bottom. From his motorbike, it was already known who had come. Lilyana turned to her husband, there was a look of hatred there, moreover, the scars on his face from the man's punch could still be seen clearly.

The vehicle reaches the mall, I step down from the car everyone begins to leave their spot which hunts me extremely "why is everyone leaving", I asked furiously to Ma'am Lecia But no words were uttered to me "I want to restyle my hair, it's been long" She showed me the direction to the salon in the mall, I lack words for the actions displayed "Are you keeping quiet on me? Ma'am Lecia" I roared in anger as I was turning red. "the net hat symbolizes a loner" I smiled one side knowing full well is my mother's decision so that no one will recognize my face

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.

However, upon hearing Hilda's voice, he paused and looked back. He was obviously playing the role of a knight. Dressed in a costume as white as snow, he even wore a hat with his face covered by a white veil. Hilda didn't care whether his face was handsome or not, for she just wanted to take a picture together with him before anything else. So, she said eagerly, "Hi, may I take a picture together with you?" The hat moved slightly. And the person seemed to have nodded.

Several men attempted to strike up conversations, but she politely dismissed them with a friendly smile and a few courteous words. Just as she turned the page, her eyes caught sight of a man she knew very well. He wore casual clothes, sunglasses, and a hat she had never seen before. It was a far cry from his usual style of neatly pressed shirts. Yet, even with only a glimpse of his hair, Bonita was certain it was him. Unfortunately, he disappeared before she could call out to him.