The Man And The Yellow Hat Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Medicine for stomach aches! Medicine for hair loss. Medicine for barrenness! Get it all here!" My eyes fell on a man who was dressed so colorfully that he could have easily been mistaken for a rainbow. He wore a huge green and red top hat on his head with feathers imbedded in it. His skin color was that of bronze. A strange color I had never seen before. As soon as the crowd between us cleared enough for me to see him, he turned to me. His eyes were covered in tiny circle black glasses. But I could tell that he looked at me.

“You won’t get anything.” “Then tell me who you are?” Helga was a little demanding now. “I won’t obey anyone I don’t know. So, don’t expect to be able to pressure me, Young Master.” Helga’s brow furrowed as she saw the man laugh. A cold laugh that made Helga able to remain silent again. “I told you, you don’t need to know,” the man said after he stopped laughing and approached Helga again. “Or, you will die by my hands.” After saying that, he immediately left and opened the door roughly.

He hummed, and I sensed another prodding from the small distance. “Booze?” He knew I didn’t take beer. “Wine.”Red wine.“I drank too much.” He chuckled, and I was forced to open my eyes and sit upright. When I did, his happiness grew even brighter. Today, he wore a yellow shirt on black dress pants and sported a fresh trim on his head and face. Whoever advised him had gotten it all wrong. Yellow was certainly not his color. It fueled the urge to strangle him more. Now, I glared at him, wishing I could rip that sunshine-yellow shirt off his chest.

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.

I did not have the heart to do the worst to a cheating man, but what I could do, I did plenty of it, and with righteous glee. —The End

"At least explain yourself, and besides, the carriage is mine. I won’t let you take it away." Swoosh! Swoosh! Adrian immediately swung the sticks at the man, and the momentum was so overwhelming that no one would be able to stop them. Upon impact, the man’s black hat was hit off his head. He turned out to be an old man with short hair. His face was exceptionally ugly, especially with his huge hooked nose, which looked intimidating. "I do not know you," Adrian asserted. "Tyler is my follower." The man said in a cold and indifferent tone as he swung his whip. "However, he failed to retrieve these things. So, of course, he’s been abandoned. You can take care of his corpse if you wish."

"He's a man, if he cries, then he's a sissy." A loud crash sounded and Arc caught Eddie nearly fall off his seat. All of their attention pointed to the opening that was at the end of the cluster of shelves. A man in a colourful Hawaiian shirt and green shorts, appeared, a pink hat covering his hair. He strutted towards them, wearing a huge smile on his face and huge flip flops that showed off his beautiful manicured feet. When he got closer to them, Arc observed that the man was very young, surprisingly balancing a tray of cookies in one hand and a tray of several glasses of what was supposed to be milk in another.

A man who looked like he was covered in golden paint instantly jumped down from the second floor and landed right in front of Harvey. He was a bald man with golden skin, and bore the appearance of a monk. Strangely enough, he also looked somewhat roguish and arrogant. His temperament didn’t resemble a monk in the slightest. He was dressed in a yellow robe, and carried a long sword and a short spear. Rather than a monk, he looked like a bald robber. The long-haired young man from before grew ecstatic at this man’s appearance. He said happily, “Master Fatal, you’re here! Kill them! Let them know the consequences of offending us!”

They were all smoking, chatting, and playing cards. The yellow-haired man asked, "When’s the young lady coming?" The Mediterranean man chuckled and asked, "What do you want to do?" The yellow-haired man smirked. "She’s such a pretty girl, don’t you want her?" The Mediterranean man laughed again and looked toward the man with the cap, as if waiting for him to speak. Julissa didn’t know who this "young lady" was or what would happen when she arrived. But she was certain that the other two men had already started eyeing her with ill intentions.

THE MAN IN YELLOW