Novel & Cerita The Hat Man Story

The door of the room opened and a man entered with a serious face, his gaze was sharp and hateful while staring at the petite woman sitting on the chair in a prison uniform handcuffed, her head was wrapped in gauze. She was smiling gladly, but the man’s poker face was still. “So, I am here.” The man said while standing near the door. “Come and sit near to me,” The woman said. The man walked to the chair and sat, “Do you still have no regrets?” He asked. “There is only one regret I had left behind and I will kill him too soon..” She said, laughing crazily. “If you dare touch him, I will kill you with my own hands.” The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth

“What? You faking it? Trying to scam me?” I gripped the edge of the couch and tried to pull myself up, waving him off. But my body was too weak. My vision blurred, and the next thing I knew—I had collapsed into James’ lap. Laughter rang out around the room. “Oh, so that’s it.” The man sneered. “You’re holding out for Mr. Larson.” “But come on, girl, take a look in the mirror. He’s rich, handsome, one of the biggest names in the city. You really think he’d pick you?”

Long white hair flowed down around their shoulders from beneath the wide brims of their hats. Their skin was coarse from the local weather. They wore light grey robes with golden accents and matching pointed hats that bent slightly at the top. A gold symbol adorned the hat. “You might want to back up.” He said in a musical voice that was soothing and disturbing all at once. “I can’t just give up on him like that!” She exclaimed, feeling a deep hole in her chest ripping open. “Don’t give up but make room for the dragon to work his magic and believe.” The little man suggested. She allowed him to pull her away behind the line of little men, where they had brought Prince Vaugn.

His killing intent was prominent and fierce. “Impossible!” Wayman squealed instinctively. Yellow Hat… The man might have looked like a normal person, but he was fourth on the hitmen ranking of the Hanshus. He was so powerful that even Scarface revered him. How did it go wrong? Clank! Noir tossed something over to Wayman. It was Yellow Hat’s head. His face was heavily disfigured, but Wayman recognized the head as his man’s. “Andrius Moonshade…” Wayman’s expression turned frosty. Surprisingly, he was not afraid. “You are indeed powerful. Not even Yellow Hat is your match.

The symptoms were clearly visible. It was mana rebound. “Here.” the man threw a card towards me. there was a number and coordinates on it. “Let me tell you a story.” Oh great! Now we are having a bedside story. “What should I call it?” the old man put his hand on his chin as if showing he was thinking too hard about it. “Let’s just go with the wolf and the donkey haha. That sounds more convincing.” He said. “Once upon a time there was donkey…”

Elena turned around and saw it was the man who came down from the car. The first man glared at him, then snapped his fingers in a wordless threat and staggered away. A large fog of fear was lifted from Elena's chest. What would she have done if this lunatic of a man attacked her here? In a strange land? She was jolted back to reality when the second man turned to her and smiled. His eyes were dark under his forehead and he had a hat on his head. What sort of a man wore hats in the night? Elena asked herself.

He wasn't the villain in her life. A book caught her attention, and Sophia gently took it out of the shelf to inspect it. It was a large book. On its cover, was a suit looking as if someone was wearing it along with a hat above something like an invisible head. It confused Sophia. No one was putting on the suit either. It was just... She giggled silently as her eyes fell on the book title. "Ohh. Invisible man," That was enough to explain the invisible head wearing the hat and invisible body the suit was on.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

’ She twirled in the air to get her hat, but by the time she put on her hat and landed on the ground, one man was already waiting for her and grabbed both of her wrists. “Now, you can’t get away even if you want to!” She only laughed, “You stole my line. You’re the one who won’t be able to escape!” Five figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They couldn’t see their faces as they were all wearing big hats on their heads and a mask to hide their faces. The man slightly trembled. He felt that these people are more powerful than them, especially the man wearing a furry black jacket. He twisted his body, putting the woman’s hand on her back and pointing a knife on her neck.

) (Note: Manong is used when you want to call older men like uncles) The man with a farmer's hat turned around to face me. I can't see his face very well because of the farmer's hat he is wearing but only his eyes. They were hazel brown colored. He looked at me intently as if angry, then froze, as if realizing something. "Ahm ... hello?" I said, snapping my fingers in front of him when he was just staring at me blankly. Weird. Is something on my face? The wind blew, making his hat fall to the ground and when he took off the scarf on his neck, I gasped in shock at what I saw.