The Hat Fic Novels & Stories

said Edie, “it won’t bite. I promise. It’s actually a very nice hat. Reliable.” She spoke of the hat as if it had feelings. “Right….um….okay…” I took one foot and put it through the hole of the hat. To my surprise, there was no bottom. I searched and searched for it but nothing came with it. “Um…oh…. this is weird.” Edie nodded. “Put the other one in. You’ll be transported in a flash. I’ve enchanted it so that it’s only got one destination. As long as I’ve grabbed the right hat, you should be fine.”

His smile disappeared and I didn't understand why until Sarah launched herself at my legs, and I saw the hat. It was Lucas'. Sarah grinned up at me while guilt and sadness attacked me inside. Remy snapped a loud branch in half, and went over to whisper something to Taborie. His face fell flat. "Hey, Sarah, why don't we put the hat in the hut so that it doesn't get dirty?" She thought about it before she said, "Okay." I watched her run in the sand toward the hut in baggy clothes and flop down inside. I wished I could cry my eyes out.

“First, I require help choosing a hat of my own.” “What sort of hat are you looking for?” Mr. Humphries asked. “I don’t know. What do you recommend?” “Perhaps this top hat? It is made from real beaver hide, and will withstand the rain.” The vampire let out an irritated sniff. “Top hats are painfully ordinary.” “Would you prefer something a little more eccentric then, sir? Perhaps this fez?” “What do you take me for, an Arab?” “Forgive me, sir—it was wrong of me to even suggest it. Perhaps a bowler? This one has a feather in it.”

I coughed a bit, gripping myself tighter. " Commander Snake, we're here," Kira announced. Folding her hands, Jeff walked forward. It was quiet for a while until a door opened and a huge man walked out, his face completely hidden by the hat he wore. I trembled slightly, but still looked at him. I could feel his gaze on me and could detect a faint scar running down his face. " You're late." He began, his voice gruff. Kira sighed. " Yeah boss, we're sorry about that. We got a bit held up." She said, glancing at me. I ignored her. His gaze settled back on me.

Laughing quietly of what the girl is thinking, while watching her sleeping peacefully. “You’ll know me when the time is right, I’ll be here watching you from afar. I love you my baby,” smiling like an idiot after muttering the sweet words. Someone taps his shoulder, he looks at him disgusted. “Please stop being cheesy, you love sick dogs, she doesn’t know you,” the other said with a smirk on his face.

A core of something unbreakable. She smiles softly at us, tucking a strand of her auburn hair behind one ear. "Let me tell you girls a story," she suggests, her voice deliberately measured. "Something to distract our thoughts until this passes. You all look like your hearts are going to explode right through your chests."

Sara fidgeted with her short dress, adjusting the hem for what felt like the hundredth time. She shot Madison a dirty look, still annoyed that her friend had convinced her to wear such a revealing outfit. "I hate you, Maddy," Sara said, her voice low but firm. "I told you I'm not comfortable in this dress. It's too short, and I feel like I'm flashing everyone in this club." Madison laughed and playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Sara! You're such a grandma girl. At least try to stop talking like your mom for one night. Everyone wears dresses like this to clubs. What did you want to wear, a sweater set and pearls?"

There's no need to install additional security, either. I ended the call and turned around. Ashley had already scrambled back to her bed and pulled the blanket over herself. - It was noon on the day before the first HAT exam. Classes were already over, so they were free to spend their time however they liked. Many students had chosen to leave campus and study elsewhere. Regina organized her notebooks by the window. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ashley furiously texting her friends in the "Mad HATters" group chat.

Section B was the most lively section in Roosevelt Kitchen; Frederick Hart, a very cheerful guy who associates well with the other chefs, although he doesn't seem to be closely attached to anyone, Heidi Andrew, a pretty young lady who also relates well, Rose Ryan, a talkative and a very troublesome lady, Isabelle Clark, Josie's closest friend and Noah Bryan, a quiet and gentle guy who hardly talks but relates well with the others, although the ladies in the kitchen liked everything about him from his physical features to his distinct character. After they finished preparing the ingredients for the morning course, they passed it to section C before taking a break. “Seems like we're going to h

The Alpha stepped forward. “Enough riddles.” The stranger shifted his attention to him. “She does not belong under your control.” My heart skipped at his words. The Alpha’s eyes darkened. “She belongs nowhere without my protection.” A strange emotion flashed through me when he said that. Protection. Not ownership. Not possession. Protection. The stranger laughed softly. “Protect her from what? From the truth?” He reached into his coat slowly. The Alpha reacted instantly grabbing his wrist before he could pull out whatever weapon he had hidden.