The Man And The Yellow Hat Novels & Stories

He stated, "Remove them." How the fuck did he even know all that? I was confused as well as intrigued. Something was telling me that this man wouldn't be easy to take down. Reluctantly, my hands reached out to my back pocket and took out the gun I was hiding there. I dropped them on the floor and looked up at him again. He still had a smirk on his face, "The ones in your underwear. Remove them." "I don't have any—" I cut myself off, realizing that he was only messing with me. "Fuck you"

a yellow haired man spoke out loudly. "Swearing don't make it true, Hod," the innkeeper said. "You keep swearing you'll pay what you owe me, and I've yet to see a copper." The common room erupted in laughter, and the man with the yellow hair turned red. Celandine observed the man curiously who just came out from the chamber, going downstairs. She noticed the small hand batch on his black robe, wondering what that might be meaning. Suddenly everything around her changed.

said the man in a polite tone. "Ah, sure. Please, have a seat," said Astrid, shifting her seat slightly to the side. The man took off his hat, smiling. His red hair was neatly combed back. He wore glasses and looked like a scholar. "Thank you," said the man, then sat down beside Astrid in the same bench. Astrid and the Man sat silently in the silence of the night. Astrid didn’t realize since when the noise was getting farther away, and the atmosphere was getting quiet.

The poor man was beaten up terribly. The leader of the group was a man in a yellow jacket. He had multiple ear studs on both his ears and there was a cigarette hanging on his mouth. The scar on his face that resembled a centipede looked terrifying. The man was King Kong, Gold Tooth’s best hitman.

Inside, four men gathered around. The a‍ir was thick with the sm‍ells of st‌ale coff‌ee, print‌er ink,‌ an⁠d faint cigarette sm‌oke. I stepped into the room, where a man in a yellow hard hat looked up fi‌rst, his face tanned a‍nd carved from years⁠ of working und⁠er the sun. His eyes briefly met mine and pause‍d. “Mrs. Truman?” he asked⁠, voice gr‌avelly but measure⁠d.

Claire thought she had the perfect life as the wife of billionaire media mogul, Damian Thorne. But on a Tuesday morning, her world shatters when she sees the headlines: Damian has been caught in a steamy reunion with his stunning ex-girlfriend, Selena Vane. When she confronts him, he doesn't apologize—he coldly hands her divorce papers, admitting he only married her because she was "safe" and "predictable." Humiliated and broken, Claire is ready to walk away with nothing. But a mysterious stranger slips her a message: "I have the files. If you want to destroy him, meet me." Claire soon discovers Damian isn't just a cheating husband—he's a fraud, a criminal, and a murderer. He embezzled

The red head was pouting with slight disappointment, he looked once at the other man with black hat. "Why didn't we take any action?" He asked in his lazed voice. The other man's features were hard and dark. That was an enough answer for the red head man who smirked looking at the crumpled boy on the ground and then back at the couple embracing each other. They left a while later and the red head smirked darkly. He'd finally find his chance to get in action. "I can hear what you're thinking, Spade." The black hat man spoke and Spade turned his cat eyes on him.

*** Behind the King’s company, two men meet cautiously but one of them kept looking over his shoulder with each minute that passed by. “What took you so long?” A man wearing a hat with blonde hair straying out of his hat puffed the smoke from his cigarette lamented. He glared at the smaller timid man dressed in a dull Brown suit. “He will have my head on a cinder block if I get caught.” The small man retorted. “That is why I am paying you. Do a very good job and you will get your balance. “ He sneered as he threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with the sole of his shoe. “Here.” A blonde man passed a parcel to the man in Brown suit.

That left Manuele flying solo, who could not possibly keep watch around the clock. Clutching the box of pastries to her chest—a lucky thing she had brought extra—Helma made her move. She walked straight toward him, the box hiding half her face. At three meters out, he shot her a suspicious glance. The man's mask hid most of his face, but his eyes were just plain, everyday eyes. Yet, Helma had spent enough time under the same roof with him to recognize those peepers in a heartbeat. It was Monkey, Ethan's right-hand man.

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.”