The Man And The Yellow Hat Novels & Stories

There was a bed that a woman was sitting in with her leg bouncing up and down nervously. I heard the door and she and I both looked up at the same time to see a large man enter the room. Without any indication I knew he was a wolf. His face was stern and his eyes glowed a bright yellowish green. His dark curls were trimmed short that they stop just below his ear. He wore a loose fitting dress shirt and black slacks. “Harmony, you have to talk to me,” the male said. “You cannot keep yourself couped up in this room.

Dickeyland, he corrected himself with a smirk, barely suppressing a private chuckle. As he lifted his gaze, movement caught the corner of his eye. A man— no, a character strolled toward them. Middle-aged, flamboyantly dressed in a canary-yellow coat with matching pants so bright they could probably be seen from outer space. His shoes were a glossy pink, gleaming with every step. His lips, painted in a loud shade of cherry red, curved into an exaggerated grin that danced all the way to his temples. "Hello, sweethearts!" the man trilled, clapping his hands together as if welcoming royalty. His eyes flicked up and down their bodies with the gleeful precision of a stylist on a makeover show. “Oh

Which his two legs on top of something and leaning his back on a softback of a chair. But Yman could not see the man's face, because his head that was facing the ceiling was covered by a straw hat. The shirt he was wearing slightly loose up to his chest where the bulging naked stomach as round as ball in full view. And a diety was comfortably cushioning on top of it. "Mhm..." Yman just nodded with a little deep sound to his throat. Emphasizing his appreciation from the greeting.. "???" On the contrary, Sistela floated near the man while question marks floated above her head as she was staring at the man and his deity with doubt.

All these mens were wearing hats, made me remember Viktor and his love for hats. "A beautiful lady, what are your doing here princess?" This man has his bears so long that I could even make long locks out of it, his voice was soft and gentle. "I'm lost and I can't find my way" I divulged as the the third man, wearing a black hat retorted, I couldn't see his face because he had a scarf wrapped around his face. "How do you mean? You seem to have place in mind that you're going to, we've been watching you, since you climbed our tree and took away the apples meant for our children" he stutters wearing a smile on my face.

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.

“Only if you count your abs as a dangerous gate to distraction.” He growled low, and then—“Ugh, again? You two are worse than a soap opera written by fruit flies.” We broke the kiss. Mr. Yellow stood on the balcony rail again, wearing tiny sunglasses, a lei, and holding a coconut with a paper umbrella in it. “If I have to witness one more moonlight makeout without getting hazard pay, I’m putting in a formal complaint.” Behind him came Fox the butler, utterly stone-faced as always. He held a tray with untouched wine and… an entire pineapple wearing spectacles and a cape.

I stepped back from the counter, turning toward the street—when it happened. A hard bump. Shoulder to chest. My coffee jostled violently, spilling down the front of the man I collided with. I gasped. “Oh—damn, I’m so sorry—!” I looked up. Into a stranger’s face. Handsome. Sharp. Annoyed. “It’s fine,” he said stiffly, trying to shake hot droplets from his shirt. But I didn’t move. Because over his shoulder—just a few feet beyond him, disappearing into the crowd—

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.

A young woman with her husband said "25 thousand dollars" the previous person said again "30 thousand dollars" the young woman said " 30 going, 30 sold, blonde bimbo sold to the young woman over there" Mic said Suddenly my eyes caught those of a man in a hat, he looked like he's in his mid 30's. He looked creepy and even his aura was dark? He smirked at me and I felt chills run down my body. He doesn't look ordinary. He called Mic and whispered something in his ears which seemed to brighten his eyes

They have fun playing and colliding cars. “Where’s, Zyd?” asked the curly man with long hair. His forehead frowned. Who is Zyd? He will also ask himself questions even if he is not the one talking. "On vikings, alone," the man replied with a serious aura and didn't seem to know how to smile. He turned quickly and saw the man happily riding the vikings alone. He winced out of time. Isn't it gasping or dizzy? "And where's, Farhistt?"