The Hat Fic Novels & Stories

And it fit me perfectly. My ex-girlfriend had given me the hat. One Friday night after I got home from work, she was standing in the middle of the living room with the hat on... Naked. Her legs were slightly spread and her hands were clasped behind her back. Her fantastic tits were pointing straight at me and she had this sexy smile. "That's a nice looking hat," I said. "If you fuck me all night, you can have it." Well, several months later she's gone, but I have the hat.

“Black looks good on you.” Now it's my turn to be confused. “You hate Black.” “No, I love it.” He ushered me in, and his team let out a loud whistle. “Oh my God. What are they doing here?” I asked as my eyes landed on Lucas and Delaney. “Why? Are you afraid?” He snickered. “Who says I am afraid?” “Your face kind of says it all.” “Don't look at my face.” I swatted him on the arm.

I can’t see too much of the feisty fighter that Aiden has assured me she should be, and the others are picking up on the tension between us. I spot salvation, or perhaps restitution, in the form of a ridiculous red hat with white polka dots. It’s made of soft fabric, with a square crown and a medium brim, and it has a stupidly cute bow on the front. It's over the top, cartoonish and adorable. “What about this one?” I pick it off the head-shaped dummy and pass it to Shelley to hand on to Jade. Reese and Shelley both eye me with caution, but the power of the hat is not to be denied. “It would suit you, Jade,” Shelley allows.

Following the address, she pushed open the half-closed door and saw no one. "Warren." She shouted. Out of nowhere, a man suddenly hugged her. "Hatice, you came. I knew you would come." Warren was unusually agitated. "Didn't Leonard want to cut off your hand? Why is it only you?" Hatice asked. "This is just Leonard and I acting out a play to see what your intentions are." Seeing Warren's shameless boasting, Hatice shouted, "Are you fooling me?" Hatice raised her hand and hit him. Warren was hit so hard that he was even more embarrassed and angry. He tried his best to push her against the wall and rudely slipped his hand under her skirt.

“Da mihi quod cupio.” Asking for the void of space of his gate and very existence. The pocket of his dimension serves as his storage room, where endless space is infinity. Inserting his hand inside the palm of his hand and taking a black pipe hat out. He wears it comfortably unto his head as he now perfectly resembles the insane, yet hellish truth behind it. “Mad Hatter.”

Sharp gazes piercing through my skin. "Who is that woman? Why did you allow her in here? She could be a crazy lady stalking Mister Smith! Have her thrown out!" "If you as much lay a single finger on her, I'm going to cut all your fucking fingers off. "

As if he hunted her, come to fetch the debt she owed him, to finish at his own convenience what had been started months ago. Valarie's eyes focused on Victor's, and she could feel that much of the hatred and anger running in her veins. She wanted to scream, wanted to throw him and make him feel what he had done to her. But she was frozen, unable to move or even speak as he began walking toward her with that sinister smile stretching across his face.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Lucy Miller, his wife.” I stiffened but didn’t shake her hand. Instead, I gave James a blank nod. Lucy grabbed my hand anyway—squeezing hard, nearly crushing my fingers. Pain shot up my arm, my face contorting, but I didn’t make a sound. James noticed something was off and frowned. “What’s wrong?” I shook my head, biting back the pain as I glanced at my reddened fingers. “Nothing.” Lucy finally let go, feigning innocence. “Oops, my bad. Forgot you’re sick.”

Sid shouted as he tried wearing his waistcoat. Sun rays touch her forehead making her twist her eyes uncomfortably. She closed her face with a duvet and started sleeping peacefully. Sid's sound pierced through the walls as she woke up in jerk. This guy is making her life hell. With utmost annoyance, she stood up and walked towards his room. ******

Why is he not serious? He was very serious about explaining that he really didn't want to sleep with other women. There were no women in the phone. There were only work needs. There were absolutely no messy women. He was scared, Stacy didn't even let it go. Suddenly Stacy knew what he was explaining, and turned to look at him with a smile, "I told you before? You give me a cuckold, and I will give you a bigger green hat." Harry, "..." This woman...