The Catcher In The Rye Hunting Hat นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The comic book glowed in the dark as the pages turned one by one erasing all the words written on the book. “It’s time.” A voice echoed in the dark silent room. *At Dominoes* “Hey Shama, over here.” Tara shouted from her seat while waving her hands frantically. Shama followed her friend's action while going towards her to take a seat. “Ok, so I want a cheeseburger, paneer pizza with joy kit, one bottle of coke, and any dessert that you like.” Tara said smacking her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You wanna make me penniless? You are robbing me.”

"Why do we need a hat for Teddy?" "Because he needs one that doesn't smell like something died in it," I said with a smile, scanning the racks of hats. Phin watched as I picked out a few options, trying to hide his unease as a large group of teenage boys pushed past us. "This place is worse than the tailor." I chuckled. "It's just a store, Phin. You'll survive." Finally, I chose a black cap that wouldn't show sweat as much and handed it to Phin. "Here, what do you think?"

He looked at me with a grin and tried to remove the hat, but I stopped him. “This is a perfect disguise so that no one will recognize us,” I said, picking up a cat hat and putting it on, feeling a bit silly but also carefree. “Here,” I handed him a red shade while I picked a yellow one. “Now we look different.” “I look silly,” he grumbled. “That’s the idea,” I said, intertwining our arms and pulling him away from the hat store. “Let’s be kids again!” “What’s that?” Zephyr pointed ahead. “A rollercoaster?”

His voice was groggy, soft. "Yes, buddy. We're home," Hunter answered, glancing at him in the mirror. His tone was gentler as always. The nanny was already waiting at the door. Caesar jumped out with surprising energy, rushing to show her the sailor hat like it were a treasure from the bottom of the sea. I laughed, the sound slipping out before I realized it, but when I turned to follow them inside, Hunter's hand caught my wrist. "Not you," he murmured. I turned back, brows knitting. "What do you mean?"

“I can make an appearance dressed like this, right? I'll just put on a hat or something.” Her eyes raked over me, then she squinted a little as she assessed my dressing. Finally, her nose twitched slightly, and she hummed her approval while nodding. “Meet me outside. We're supposed to be on our way now.” My excitement soared, but I managed to keep it from Madison. Hurrying towards the stairs, I went up to the room and put on a hat I'd been dying to wear for a while now. It was a wide-brimmed, cream, felt fedora, and the fact that the color matched the ribbon on my dress made it the perfect fit.

This wasn't an accident or bad luck, this was attempted murder. The automatic doors at the entrance slid open and a tall man in an expensive tailored suit strode into the waiting area with urgency written across his face. He looked around the lobby before his eyes landed on us, and he walked over directly without hesitation. "I'm looking for Mitchelle Hunt," he announced. "Are you Danika? We spoke on the phone." I looked up at him through my tears and tried to respond, but my throat was too tight to form words. Luther stood up and extended his hand in greeting.

Maybe I needed to burn down the old version of myself, the one who had been content to live in Xavier's shadow, and become someone new. I knocked on the door, three sharp raps that echoed in the quiet hallway. Seconds ticked by. I could hear movement from inside, footsteps approaching the door. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest. The door swung open, and Hunter stood there, looking surprised to see me. He was wearing casual clothes, a simple black t shirt and jeans, his hair slightly messy like he had been running his hands through it. "Cathy?" he said, his eyebrows raising in surprise. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

Richard thought he was the hunter, pursuing the beautiful, mysterious Cassandra Huntington. He had no idea he was actually the prey. And I was going to enjoy watching him squirm before I went for the kill.

Who the hell is that? "Well I don't know who that is..." Janet mumbles. "But you do not want to see who just walked in." Instinctively, I looked at the door. Cayden walked in and made himself comfortable on a chair. His usual his outfit was different. Well, obviously. He probably just changed. He wore this black hat that covers his whole hair. Wow. He looks really good. He never wore hats around me. Honestly, Cayden is the last but first person I want to see right now.

Fat chance of that. Strings of profanities later, he came up with the prize. Large wraparound sunglasses that covered even his eyebrows. It may seem out of season, but hey, it did the work. He remembered to put on his favourite baseball cap that he'd made himself. It sometimes felt like a beacon signalling him to the wolves because of the bright gold logo but most times people tended to assume he was an ordinary person who loved C.C products. Like the way it'd worked on Taissa's friend what's-her-name-again.