Mista Without His Hat Novels & Stories

We reached the doors of the mansion shortly after we entered the main gates and Herald yelled out the word “HARPLEYEGA!” with vigor. A moment later the doors swung open and the Hatter stepped out solemnly to the porch where we stood in silence. His dusty black hat with a pink ribbon covered almost half of his face, his head tilted down. He had his arms clasped and resting on his lower tummy. His suit was old but was a unique mix of black and aubergine. Herald walked up to him and sat looking up to him

Tala was wearing her signature skintight black leather pants with a ripped shirt sporting red claw marks over her ribs and what looked like a decapitated head on one side. “Nice dress, Tala,” I said, and Levi smiled as we shook hands. “Go die, Kai,” she said, and walked past me to the fridge as I chuckled. “Missed you, too, cousin,” I said, and she blinked once. “Better aim, next time,” she said, and Kiran laughed loudly.

My make-up, which I'd spent two hours on, was ruined, and my wet hair stuck to my face as water dripped off them. Who would have thought that Brianna, who looked innocent and harmless in the live-stream, would have no qualms doing such a heinous thing? Even if this was a mess up, they were too much! I shouted, "Are you crazy? I told you that you got the wrong person! Can't you hear me?" I banged on the door with all my might, trying to push the door open. All of a sudden, the door swung open from the outside. I lost my balance and fell face-first on the floor. It hurt so much that I blacked out for a moment.

he held it with his two hands, horizontally, "Then I'm going to ask you questions." "Right so what's the use of the stick?" I asked, furrowing my brows. "See, if you piss me off, I'll hold the stick tight and the more you piss me off, I'll hold it tighter and tighter until it breaks." He explained, "And when it breaks then things won't be good for you, printsessa." (Princess) "You aren't even Russian." I mumbled, internally rolling my eyes. He smirked, "I see you've done your research. And yeah I know I'm not Russian but you see, they say I'm hot when I speak Russian."

“good you are here, make it quick and leave before anyone notices you.” “yes ma'am” he responded and went behind the house with his jerrican. Priscilla proceeded to wear a mask and walked towards the car driving a little further from the house but from a distance where she could see the house. In a few minutes, the house was bursting up in flames and she looked at the house with joy.

I demanded. “What,” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “Mom and I saw a crown on the ground in our visions. I should see them, see if one looks familiar,” I said, hardly able to spit it out. *YES! Check the hats,* Mila said, again. “Oh goddess duh! Why didn’t we think of that sooner,” Jeanette said, throwing up her hands. I had seen the King’s at the trial, but nobody else wore theirs. So I knew it wasn’t his, it was way too big.

I guess, I supposed, it was. I craned my neck to gaze up at the cave ceiling, which bore so many skylights that the moon was clearly visible. I would have found it peaceful had it not been for the looming acquaintance of my estranged step-son. “Pretty, isn’t it?” Mistra had reappeared at my side, as silent as a ghost. I eyed her then did a double take. Gone were the stray leaves in her hair and the long dress. Instead she wore a soft, cotton jumpsuit in white, with giant padded slippers on her feet.

Having taken all into consideration, their leader—the towering figure with a perfect-stage level five paragon attainment—cast a glance over his shoulder at his companions before charging toward Severin with an intensely determined look. "It's between you and me, pal!" he declared. Mista knew that the odds were stacked against him, which was why he resolved to make a final stand in the hopes of survival. Unfortunately, he had underestimated Severin's strength. As he approached within a hundred feet of Severin, the Sky-Soil Zenith—with its abundance of sky and soil energy—emanated abruptly golden glow that unleashed a devastating force from the void. Mista and his comrades were immediately cru

Mikhail replied, trying to sound as polite as he could. ".... Are you hard of hearing, young one?" the woman asked as she lifted Mikhail's chin once more, to look up at her. There wasn't much Mikhail could focus on as the woman before him had worn a hat with a large brim and covered her face with a dark veil. "I... I'm afraid not, Miss... I was just... a little distracted." Mikhail blurted out in a panic as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Distracted? In my presence? ... ..."

“… We ain’t beaten easily… No. No. Not now… Okay promise me you won’t hurt them… how should I know, I’m not in their minds… Gracious… you win… take over!” Suddenly, he broke out from the muddy ground that moment his olive colored cocked brimmed hat swayed away by the cool wind but it was caught by him. “It great to be back!” He vocalized, smoothly putting back his hat on his head with a flared nostrils as the mud washes away from his face and body revealing a now whitish face under a maroon glowing eyes with a wide spread smiling mouth up to his cheekbones and his red pickdevant beard and mustache now turned black, more longer and fuzzy than the latter also his dress which were black with re