The Hat Fic Novels & Stories

Losing the battle to keep my son’s sanity intact. And the worst, darkest part? For the first time, I wondered if surrender—capitulation—might be the only way left to save them. To save Carl from himself, Sofia from hunger, and all of us from the creeping despair that followed every step I took in this cursed city. The next day, Hadrick handed me a package wrapped in oilskin, eyes glinting with some unspoken amusement as I reached for it. “You’re good at this,” he said, voice smooth, teeth flashing in a thin smile. “Reliable. Maybe too good for a woman who pretends she’s better than the rest of us.”

Alicia teased and they all laughed. "By the way. You both rock red". He said, referring to the joggers and hoodie they wore. "Glad you like it". Alice drooled. "I love it but too bad it's going off soon". He said and undressed her. She was left in her red bra and panties. He turned undressed Alicia also and stared at both of them hungrily. "We'll surely have a good time after the funeral".

Both men told Jo simultaneously. Ash glowered at Pascal, who grinned back at him. “Don't worry, I'll stand.” Jo said. “What do you have for me?” Pascal asked, his tone all business. Ash pulled out the camera and gave it to him, “The footage was originally wiped, but we were able to recover it. In it, you'll see J-Cane and some other person called the Hatter leave.” Jo continued, “We questioned J-Cane and he told us it was the Hatter who killed the cop. According to him, the Hatter is a big manufacturer of drugs who operates out of Gulden.”

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.

Although their houses were quite far apart, he could still see very clearly that the green things that were hanging on Charlie’s house’s balcony were twenty green hats of different styles! Twenty f*cking green hats! What the hell did it mean?! Those hats were facing his house too, it was obvious that whoever did it was intentional! They were deliberately mocking him that Hannah had cheated on him! F*ck, this was totally unacceptable! Christopher huffed like a bear with a sore head. He clenched his fists so tight that his nails were almost piercing into his flesh and his knuckles turned white. There was no doubt that the only person in the world who could do such a devilish act was Elaine!

Heather stood up, brushed herself off, and did a bow. “She’s the creative brain, and we are the monkeys.” Matt snatched his wig dramatically before giving Harriet a passionate kiss. “Keep the sideburns for later.” He whispered it in Harriet’s ear but loud enough for both Heather and me to hear as well. Both Heather and I turned to each other and fake vomited in unison. “I knew I should have made them do “Defying Gravity,”” she mumbled. “Unless green skin is a turn-on?” “Well…” Harriet grinned at her sister.

I asked, raising my brows at the delusional man. Cedric clenched his jaw. He was controlling himself from snapping at me. I didn't want him to control himself. I wanted him to snap at me so that I could at least have a good reason to kill him. That man was testing my patience— a patience that I barely have.

She returned to her room to figure out how to raise the money after dinner. She had made quite some money from the scion with the Dogecoin market booming recently. Under his encouragement, she wasn't ready to pull out just yet. The problem, though, was that Tiffany did not have any excess money to dabble in stocks. It was only natural for her to keep cheating off of others if she did not have enough money. She had three men wrapped around her fingers—her husband, the scion, and Theo.

After I quit my job to become a full-time househusband, my wife, Brooke Lowell, left me with nothing but a bank card capped at 1,000 dollars a month. She said children had to be raised with hardship to grow up strong, and was always worried I might secretly give our daughter special treatment. But 1,000 dollars was nowhere near enough to cover a household's monthly expenses. Every time the kindergarten asked for nutrition fees, I could only swallow my pride and beg for leniency. "She's just a child. Why does she need that much money? You've got some nerve, living so comfortably on 1,000 a month." I had thought Brooke's harshness was meant to temper our daughter's character. That illusion

“ He had a bandage on his nose too. I think he got into a fight with someone.” Okay, this is none of my business, but still, thanks for the heads up. “ Isn't my mom supposed to tell you who he got into a fight with? Or isn't it how it works?” I was being sarcastic, and Hattie rolled her eyes at me. “ Silly child!” “ You coming? I'm going to say Hi to my mom, and probably ask why she tells everything to you, and not me.” I don't really know if to believe all what Hattie said, but there's also a possibility that she is telling the truth. But, i will be honest, doesn't it sound odd?