The Man In The Top Hat Novels & Stories

•A MAN OF REVENGE• A man has been wearing his sunglasses to cover his wanted face as he walk under the sun of Miami. Although he never actually cares if his face is on view, he never cares, he's free. Looking at the beach with those amused eyes of him. Watching every people passing by him, waiting for a chance to know someone who could dance with him in his insanity. He's wearing a pair of beach shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian polo, his head is secured from sun with a brown beach hat. Sitting at one of the stools while sipping mango juice.

'Guess their numbers even went up a little. The man in the head of the pack looked like a horrible mix of the Beeb's horrible mustache meets Dennis Rodman's bleeched hair showing underneath a cowboy hat. with piercings all over his face, three in his right eyebrow, a bar on the upper ridge of his nose, his lip also had three piercings, one in each corner and the center, all topped with.... 'Is that pink snow boots?' Collen could only look at the man in abject horror. ' Is this some form of peacocking gone horribly wrong? Maybe he robbed a cowboy and stole a middle school girl's boots on the way here?'

The influential attendees were sharp and experienced; in just a few words, the farce had been swept aside. Isolde led me toward the lounge. “Don’t worry. Tonight’s incident won’t be misrepresented online. Tomorrow’s trending topics will only mention our enduring marital devotion.” She was as composed as ever. Our eyes met, cool and detached, betraying not the slightest flicker of lost control. So calm. Calm to the point of being terrifying. Tonight, she carried none of her usual warmth when with me. Her aura pressed cold and sharp, suffocating in its intensity.

" Cipher grumbled to himself and walked deeper into the sea of people. I quickly followed without saying a word. Half an hour into the event, we were halfway through pretending. I had flashed a grin at a score of politicians, smiled politely at two fashion Supreme, and flattered a woman that her diamond necklace was beautiful so successfully that she promised me the name of her jeweller. I was about to get another glass of champagne when I saw them. A couple. The man is tall, with sandy brown hair, with a fake smile full of teeth, he was wearing a well-tailored suit in navy color. Clipped to him is a woman with cheekbones sharp enough to injure your hand, red lips that curved in a sinister s

He said and I understood the innuendo in his words. "What do you want, Mr. Worldwood? " "One night with your young wife, and you will be the next richest man in the world". His words sent shiver down my spine but I concealed with confidence. "Alright, let's have dinner, Tonight here at the rooftop" I said and he examined my face for something but I wasn't going to give him that. "Alright young man, See you tonight at the dinner". He said and after giving a disgusting laugh he got up and walked out of my office.

He said in a chilling tone, "Speak." Stacy looked up. In the dim light, a familiar figure stood not far from her. The small space was filled with a cold air. Stacy instinctively took two steps back. "Who are you?" The man was wearing a cap with extremely low brim, so she couldn't see his face. "Who the hell are you?" Stacy's voice also cooled down. "You don't even know me?" As he spoke, the man took off his hat, revealing his whole face. There was a cold aura between his eyebrows.

His fingers slid smoothly, touching the lower notes, and his eyes remained exclusively on me, as he added: "So, dear God, if there is one thing I don't believe in, it's you.” The man stopped playing, and he opened a sad smile when he saw that only Vraxlon and I watched his show until the end. And that, unlike all the people who passed by him, we didn't offer any free swearing. On the contrary, Vraxlon looked in the pockets of his backpack and filled the man's hat with money. I hoped that the man's smile would widen, that his eyes would be filled with gratitude "and not that his face would turn pale and his eyes would widen. However, even if the exacerbated amount of money in his hat could br

As I exited the elevator, however, I almost stopped when I noticed the same man I saw on the way out, he still had his strange look and hunched posture. — Intazir! – I looked over my shoulder, there was no one else in the hall, and he was looking at me, holding a worn leather hat between his callused hands. His expression was unique and easily understandable even to the most layman, asked me to wait, even if my will was nothing like that. — Fuluss... – I froze watching him start to move. Money.

There were no signs of anyone at the entrance of Medicis Manor. Adrian felt a bit disappointed. Just as he was about to leave, a gentle voice said, "Mr. Adrian, come over for a chat." The man who had spoken was dressed in gray and wore a wide-brimmed hat that obscured his face. Adrian wondered how Caroline had seen his face. "Come in," Adrian insisted. "I’d rather we talk outside," the man countered. "All right then." Adrian conceded. "So, who are you?"

The window rolled down to reveal the face of a man in sunglasses and a black hat on top, “Hey, are you okay?” Tristan obviously looked peculiar walking to the phone booth in an expensive looking dress, everything on him telling on his richness. Under different conditions, Tristan would have wondered why that man was wearing sunglasses long after the sun had gone down, and a hat on his head, but right now, his mind was fogged up by a lot of thoughts.