The Hat Fic Novels & Stories

However before I could board Gavin teased me. "Poor you, you're always the one who's overwhelmed with work, maybe their favorites is the fallen angel?" When he said that I immediately set fire to his hat. Tsk! Very talkative. "What the hell Saint! I just bought that pandora hat you burn, you know it's expensive! It's worth another month's salary!" When he said that, I burn his clothes this time.

Or maybe my life was a cruel sitcom with a laugh track only I could hear. Then my phone buzzed. Zay: Nice socks. Miss me? I looked down. Goddamn it. Purple socks. With cats. I slapped a hand over my face and groaned under my breath. Why did I pack those? Why did I wear them? Why did I exist?

She was so high and walking around. “Ahhh, I need to go to the Eiffel Tower. I must meet the one for me. Hek!” She said to herself. She was so red because of being so high. She reached the Eiffel Tower area. “Oh, what’s so beautiful about this?” She said while looking at it. “Where is my true love? Where is the one for me?” She walked around but then… “Hey, are you that popular actress, Maddie?” Someone approached her and the guy looked like a gangster. Maddie’s eyes squinted and she couldn’t see him properly.

I plugged in my electric hairdryer, turned on the warm air, and dried my wet hair until the long strands fell perfectly straight down my back. I walked into my bedroom and opened my closet doors to select the most attractive outfit from my recent mall purchases. I chose a tight, dark red dress that featured long sleeves and a very short hemline. The thick fabric hugged my curves perfectly, and the dark red color complemented my warm skin tone beautifully. I put the dress on, stepped into a pair of black boots that elevated my height slightly, and applied a light layer of dark mascara and red lipstick to my face. Finally, I placed my stylish half-rimmed glasses onto the bridge of my nose, gra

Sid Pov's . I came to the door to go to the club. That's when I saw Ahana hugging Zoya. My steps stopped over there. The way she is looking at me provokes me to kiss her in front of everyone. Only I know how I controlled myself. She still affects me as much as she did in that function, but before I thought I had a crush on her and now I hate her. In fact, at that time my smile was due to hatred. I just hate her. She is a terrorist. .

It feels so good knowing that she’s a fierce creature as far as everyone else is concerned, but when she comes to me, she’s as harmless as a kitten. Fuck! I’m getting a hard-on from merely imagining Carla’s demure appearance. I should take her tonight. Two days of abstinence are long enough for me to want a double of everything I lost. I only want Carla to be fierce to everyone else, but she must remain submissive to me. No one else is allowed to bully her but me. “D… Don, there’s a problem.” Is Hattos on steroids or something? Barging into my room like that… “Hattos, what is it? Why do you barge into my office as if it's your backyard? Are you courting death?” Why is he even behaving like a

Still, it was better to be safe than sorry. Once I was up to the door, I looked through the peep hole. On the other side of the door, all I could see was a red hat. The brim of the said hat was pulled down so that I couldn't see the face. It was a feminine hat, and I wondered if Hernan had a lady friend that I was not aware of. It wasn't that big of a stretch, but I still would not answer the door. Even if she was there to see Hernan in a romantic sense, he wasn't going to be able to help her out.

Hattie soon finds herself in a bind. With her heart racing, she took a step back, wondering how to bail herself out of the new loophole she was in. " I ... I ... I didn't do it. Asher listen... I didn't ... " " How do you know it's Tra. IM fluid that nearly kills her? " He asked gently, but everyone knows it's only a matter of time before he flare up, especially now that Physical contact barriers have been broken.

"Took a while to find the restroom!" Blinking long and hard, Hattiea finally opened her lashes steading herself to face her so called fiancé with enough confidence to look unfazed and fine. She made sure not to mention anything about the incident happened back in the hallway. It was weird, so weird. She should tell her fiancé about the stranger who stalked her and tried to take her somewhere with him, held her, threatened her and what not in the span of last 10 minutes.

I was once so glorious, but now I don’t even have a hundred dollars to my name. Standing there, thin and frail in the darkness, Micah looked haunting. He screamed in frustration, "I hate you so much! Why couldn't you win Timothy's heart? If you were better, Timothy wouldn't still be hung up on his precious first love Nancy. She would’ve stayed with me!" That was not true. Would Nancy really have stayed with this drug addict after becoming the real heiress? No, she absolutely would not have. Micah had already been kicked out of the Lane family and lost all his wealth and power. Anyone with any sense would know what choice to make, just like how Timothy wisely divorced me to be with the real h