The Hat Fic Novels & Stories

I didn’t even try to hide how annoyed I felt. “You invited me.” “I promise you I didn’t.” He pulled a party hat out of his suit pocket and put it on his head. “Refresh your memory?” I just looked at him. He pulled a magazine out of his jacket next, and pretended to read it. “Better now?” A light bulb went off in my head. “Goddess, Nick. That was a funny meme, not an invitation.” He took the hat off. “Well, I’m here.” “And you can leave.”

He looked toward the hallway leading to Aurora's room and called out in a gentle yet spirited voice, "Honey, are you ready?" A few seconds later, the sound of footsteps was heard, and Aurora appeared from behind her door. Her hair was left down softly, partially covered by a wide ivory-colored hat that made her face look even sweeter. She wore a simple dress with small pastel floral patterns that flowed lightly as she walked toward Rafael. Aurora looked at Rafael while slightly lifting the edge of her hat, her smile spreading. "Are we really going to the beach?" she asked, half hesitant yet full of hope.

” Faye nods before closing the door. When I find the kitchen again, Top Hat Chick is looking a bit more relaxed, her coat folded, her hat lying with it on an unused chair. Her rippling muscles are barely contained within the sleeves of her white dress shirt, her breasts bound flat by a very tight, black cotton corset worn over her clothes like a suit of armor. She is standing at the counter, chopping veggies for a small platter to add to her already elaborate spread. Placed on the large dining room table are eggs and capers, fish filet, bowls heaping with fruit, whipped cream, hard bread, butter, three types of cheeses, and a pitcher of what looks like watered-down red wine. Her back to me,

Herald and Susan seemed to be in a conversation and Mr Duck and Haziel took a walk. Hatter caught me staring at the painting of the old lady and said softly, “I wonder who she was, she had incredible taste, that is for sure.” He looked at the painting with his head tilted to the left as if studying it, I stood at his right. “Although they made a poor choice in the hat I would say, I would have made an exquisite hat to grace that ginormous head of hers.” I giggled for a bit. “Certainly. I was told you are the greatest hatter this land has known.”

Time passed by, it was now in the early days of December, in year 2000. A lot had happened, a lot had changed and Chloé's flaming hatred for Lucinda had also changed; It had actually gotten worse, leaving in Chloé's bone marrow the bitter taste of sighting Lucinda, especially, when Lucinda happened to be with Jack. The discriminations, hatred and other inhumane acts displayed by Chloé against Lucinda, was hell itself. It's now certain to Lucinda that Chloé has a passionate hatred against her, reason for so much a dislike, still remains a mystery to Lucinda.

How kind of you. "You are here with your family?" He was asking for her family! Why was he asking about her family? Perhaps a proposal! Did he intend to propose after one dance? Did he want to make his intention known to her family? To her Uncle? "Yes, I am. Well, with my relatives. We are visiting. My Uncle is Fitzwilliam Gallagher." She added. "I know him. The Lord of Rosethorn Hill. He raised quite a controversial topic two nights ago at White's. How could he think that women should be allowed their own opinions?" he chuckled. "His wife must be the head of his home." He chuckled again.

Because no one would dare upset Hattie Ha, the nation’s sweetheart, the face of Armani Entertainment’s biggest projects. I walked out of the set slowly and numb. The smell of coffee clung to me like shame. My phone buzzed as I reached the hallway. I pulled it out and read the message that flashed on the screen. “Mark my words, Veronica. I’ll make your life miserable. I promise you.” For a moment, I thought it was something I’d imagined saying, but it wasn’t. The message was from her. From Hattie. I looked back through the glass wall and caught her eyes filled with mockery.

“You’d better go outside because when your pants catch on fire, they could burn the whole house down.” Hattie’s mouth drops open. “Are you saying my britches are big?” With a shrug, I say, “I’m just commenting on the fact that you are inventing quite the story to tell my wife, that’s all.” Hattie should give up, but instead, she doubles down. “I’m not making anything up. I was just telling Anna what happened after she left.” “Except you told her that your wrist is broken, which it’s not. And you told her that she’s in trouble–which she isn’t,” I remind her.

She giggled to herself at the thoughts, imagining the look on his face. Ulayah slipped on the oversized t-shirt, undies & t shirt she had washed out by hand over and over so many times the material was becoming flimsy. "I have something for you, milady! And I have news about the two beasty motherfuckers as well!" Nate called out as he unpacked the many bags that were crammed with a wide assortment of junk food along with two enormous steaks, baking potatoes, salad fixings and breadsticks. "Oh yea?....why the fuck won't those assholes just give up?" She grumbled out stepping up alongside him in the compact kitchen. The intensity of the heat she had felt previously subsided a bit allowing her

Hattie's POV. *"Make me as undesirable as possible. I want him to detest me and choose my other sisters instead"* Those were the words I said to my maid Leia when she came to get me prepared for the selection event. I am Hattie Stalin, the eleventh daughter out of twelve girls. Yes, my mother had twelve girls and I was the least favorite. For some reason known to only them, they hated me. My sisters hated me too. They treated me like I didn't matter, like I was some piece of trash.