The Hat Fic Novels & Stories

"All my life, I've done what was expected. Be the perfect son. Make the right business deals. Marry the right person. But last night..." He trails off, running a hand through his hair in a way that makes him look young again. "Last night what?" "Last night I met someone who chose dignity over money. Who was willing to sacrifice everything for family. Who looked at me and saw just... me." My coffee goes cold as we talk. About everything and nothing. About his childhood with Hattie, about my dreams of beauty school, about the weight of expectations, and the cost of being true to yourself. "I got a message from Hattie this morning," he says suddenly. "She's in Paris. With him."

To the world, they are deadly enemies. Behind closed doors, they are passionate lovers. Will they be able to stay together forever?

“When I found out you were coming here, I knew I had to meet you.” “Wow.” I had no idea there were people who actually agreed with what I did. The evening after Raymond rejected me and informed me he was marrying my sister, in the heat of anger and need for revenge, I decided to act on it. Unfortunately, I was caught for the fleas incident, and word got out. Somehow, I made it in the newspapers. No one had said a thing about the dyed clothes and hair remover I mixed into Raymond’s shampoo. Yet. “I think he had it coming,” Hattie nodded, picking up her burger to her mouth. She was about to bite into it when she closed her mouth and lowered her burger, eyes wide, staring past me. “Oh, no.”

A young lady, dressed in black office attire; a body fitted on and black stockings that went all the way to her thighs, accompanied by black heels and a few accessories. “He wants to change the recipient?” The woman sitting asked, straightening her back at this piece of information, her eyes narrowing, “To whom?” “Your younger sister, Mila.” “Then that means I won't be engaged to Zade Silver anymore? Is that what you mean?” The woman asked angrily, the corner of her lips twitching, “Are you sure of what you're saying?” “Yes, Miss Katherine. You know that I will never give you fake news.”

He laughed a little and turned his head to me. “I would be more devastated than him.” He told me. “Even if you don’t love me.. but you know what Lucille…” He trailed off, taking a step closer. Lifting my chin to confront my bi-colored eyes with his exquisitely familiar golden ones with a faint smile over his lips, scruniting my form he whispered with a faint smile. “I am at least worthy of your hatred. It’s better than nothing.” He said, leaning down to attach his forehead to mine.

⸻ Clear. ⸻ Calm. ⸻ Familiar. ⸻ “Why are you afraid?” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Because that voice— ⸻ was hers. ⸻ Lena’s breath caught. ⸻ “…That’s not—” ⸻ Ethan took a step back. ⸻ “Okay yeah, I officially hate this.” ⸻ Victor’s gaze sharpened. ⸻ “It’s using her pattern.”

They will find each other, fall in love, and have a life filled with joy and contentment. After I came out of the state of shock, all I could do was shrug. I broke eye contact with Fannie and looked out the window. Due to the fact that the curtain in my condo unit was open, I was able to see the cars racing down the road. "You don't need to worry, Fannie; their marriage will last. It was nothing more than a kiss, and there was no ill will intended, "I said. "It's nothing more than a peck on the cheek for you, but he won't give that to the woman he plans to marry. Hattie, you and I see the world through very different lenses." I was given an explanation by Fannie.

It was the trace of her influence Harriet carried with her. "Have you tried that new invention in fashion lately? What did they call it... nail polish?" Helena asked. Harriet widened her eyes in surprise. ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app. Nail... polish?

“I’m sorry, is this the smell of your perfume? You better change it because the smell makes me want to puke.” “This smells of trash,” said one of her followers, who, by the looks of her face, didn’t have a bright brain. Hatice rolls her eyes but didn’t say anything. “What do you want?” asked Vero in a murmur. She put the spoon beside the soup bowl and then lifted her gaze and stared lazily at Hatice. Hatice places one hand on her waist and then tilts her head to one side dramatically, making her blonde hair swing like a ribbon.

“And, I’ve told you a hundred times, you can call me Annie.” “Right,” I nodded. That seemed weird to me. She was my friend’s mom after all. Lucy followed me into the store, and I looked carefully at the hat I’d seen from outside. It was a black ski cap, but it was made of really thick fabric, and the sides came down very low so that it would completely cover the wearer’s ears. It might not seem like much of a gift, but I thought it would let him know I was thinking about him, that I appreciated that it might get a little chilly out on the rooftops.