Novel & Cerita The Hat Man Story

His face was perfectly defined and his hair so full it almost breached his forehead. He cocked his head to the side with a smile hinting on his face. "No, I'm known as the magic man but you, my dear chap, can refer to me as Mr. Top Hat." He replied, an unfamiliar accent breaching thickly in his voice. I would have laughed if I could but all I could do was lightly scowl at his words, and clutch my chest harder. "S–s–" I stopped to take in a breath when the pain spasmed further in me, and the air suddenly became thick. "Seriously? Y–you don't even have a hat," I responded in a mere whisper.

"Yes dear we saw it. But I am afraid it is not what it looks like. They were literally at the point of cutting each other's head off." "Awww really, I was happy when I saw them in that position." "They looked great together right?" "They did. But sir, those two really hate each other. You will need bigger and more effective plans to get rid of the hatred between them." "We know. We are not going to give up. Just keep us updated and thank you for your help." "Sure sir, you can always count on me." She said her usual anthem before ending the call. "What are we going to do now Chris, It's obvious our plan failed miserably." Elise questioned. He was having a worried look on his face.

And left. Back to the scene, Emma was trying to find ways to break through this trap, when she heard a clapping sound. All of their attention went to the source of the voice, when the man wearing a hat appeared. His face was covered by his hat and guards were surrounding the entire place and especially the man with the hat. When the man said calmly, yet with a smirk on his face, “Welcome to hell. I hope you guys are enjoying up there.” Emma said in anger, “If you have the guts, then free me, and we'll have one on one. If I win, then you'll let me and my friends leave and if I lost we are at your disposal.”

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

I wish I could kiss him on his dimples and eat his poor cheeks. Hold on, what I am thinking. This crazy man will drive me crazy. More than Sid I am mad at myself. Instead of getting angry, I don't know why I am loving him unabashedly. "Ahana, why are you not having your breakfast?" Sid asked me. Wait! He is not asking me, he is teasing me. This man, God just forgive me one blood, please. "Wait! What happened I cannot kill him, there are other ways too, to take revenge", I thought. An evil smile came on my face.

That has to be Julian. Before I could move closer, an older, heavyset man stepped out from the mansion. His face lit up in a polite smile. “Welcome back, Miss Helena,” he said, bowing slightly. 'Back?' I repeated in my head. Suddenly, Helena’s memory clawed at me again—the time she stormed out of this mansion, tears streaming down her face, while Mr. Node—the house steward, dropped to his knees begging her to stay. Now here I was, Helena returning once more. What the irony.

the man with the hat commented, a smile adorning his face, though he himself remained standing. "Who are you, and what do you want?" Mathias inquired, his tone a mixture of curiosity and defiance. “You will find out soon," he said ominously, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Vindrinn er þinn óvinr," he recited, his words resonating with an eerie power that sent shivers down Mathias' spine. With a forceful impact, Mathias was hurled through the air, crashing mercilessly into the unforgiving wall.

Judging from the situation, it was evident that they loved their job. I could tell when someone was lying from their facial expression but the girls were all happy. "I want the girl with red hair." Someone from the crowd said. A man stepped on stage dressed in a suit and a blank hat on his head. "Don't worry," the man titters, "you will get her." He added before removing the hat from his head. My eyes widened when I saw the face of the man. Although it had been a long time, I could never forget the face. The face with a fire scar. The face that haunted me in my dreams even after so many years.

She has never openly insulted me and for that I'm grateful. I head for my Uncle's office. The door opens and a strange man walks out of it. He looks Russian with his Gray eyes, full beard and a mustache. He has a fedora hat on and I spot a scar running from his ear down to his chin. He pulls the hat lower and walks past me. I'm probably the one with the problem but the moment he walks by the aura he let off made me the air on my neck stand. A loud smash breaks out of Uncle's room and I immediately barge in. "What i-" I stop midway to see my uncle looking enrage and furious. The veins on his head are threatening to pop out of his head. The buttons on his shirt are hardly keeping it together.

she hug her brother and sister and sit with them, and start to talk with them, her protection got titers, but when one day she come home, she saw her mother's dead body, it was rotting and torn up like a wild dog eat it when all this over she sits on park sit and thinking to kill herself. and thinking about the offer of Wizard to join the game, she was here in the park to kill herself. the demon took the hat of the old man and swing it like wings and take it to Nami. the old man can guide her. old man:- what are you doing Young lady, today the weather is so cloudy. name:- yes. old man:- what is your name mine is Tom, I know it's funny, you took tense, well you look too young for all this str