The Man In The Top Hat Novels & Stories

"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.

Yes. Was that a good thing? No. I cupped my face that had turned and the man in the middle cleared his throat, as if pulling him and his comrades out of trauma. All of them bowed to the Alpha and the fat man in the middle, who wore a hat said, “Ahem. Greetings, Sire. We are honored that you finally accepted our invitation.” he pulled his brown bowler hat as a gesture of polite greeting. From their formal suits and ties, it looked like they were established businessmen. Might be one of Dominic’s business meetings. I sometimes kept forgetting that he also ran a company.

The man was an oaf. The two other men stood next to him as if ready for him to struggle. But he did not move. Finally, a short fat man waddled out of the shadows. He wore a purple pinstriped suit and cloche hat. The fat cigar he smoked barely masked the smell of fish, sweat, and something sickeningly sweet on him. His round cheeks were ruddy, and his brown eyes were squinty. “I hear that you have interfered in my business tonight.” The man’s voice was high-pitched and amused.

I whispered. I started walking. If I was not mistaken, there was a busy street at the next corner, if I remembered correctly from the map I had studied before. I was about to turn a corner when a man suddenly blocked my path. He was wearing a black suit with a black hat. A black fedora hat. I can’t see his face perfectly. He was towering his head at me. “Hello there,” said the mysterious man in a russian accent. He removed the hat he was wearing and smiled at me.

Such a perfect prey whom I had waited for so long, and it was gone before I had yet to relish the thrill of the catch. This wouldn't do… Fortunately, he showed up again on the fourth day, but this time, he stood before me in broad daylight. He wasn't wearing his cap or face mask, and his sunken, pale cheeks belonged to Zac Lopez, my superior. He was crouched beside a flower patio in the apartment compound, his attractive hands holding a stray cat beaten half to death. As I passed by, he promptly put up a look of delight. "Sonia Carter! I didn't know you lived here. Can you do me a favor? This little creature is hurt, and I can't walk well. Can you help take it to the vet?"

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—

"Ha! Damn straight. So if I were you, let me play until the sun goes up." The casino owner seemed to believe Gregory. He called his best and most beautiful waitresses to serve Gregory. The bar opened the most expensive scotch, Gregory's favorite beverage. He played and drank nonstop. It was like Gregory's lucky day. He never lost, not even once. "Gregory Rothschild." On his way to the parking lot, Gregory's attention was caught by a familiar voice. "Lorenzo? How are you?" Gregory greeted with pride. "How are you? After your family shame my boys." Lorenzo's voice was laced with hatred.

No, people were avoiding their stilts. The men wore bold red and white striped pants with black tailcoats. One man had on a black top hat with a red ribbon. The other man was wearing a base of white makeup with dripping red paint slobbily smeared across his lips and eyes. The man in the makeup kind of gave me the creeps. A woman in a plain cream dress went up the top hat stilt walker and handed him some juggling clubs. The stilt walker whistled at his partner to catch his attention. Before we could move to safety, the duo began to juggle over the top of our heads.

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.

WILL BE BACK LATER TONIGHT. "I wish I could be like you." She yawned and looked at her books. "Damn! Long day tomorrow." She cleaned her eyes with her napkin and sat up, opening the textbook and looking for where she stopped—she continued reading. ...... Everyone watched as the man stepped out of his limousine, adjusting his coat over his body. He wore a hat made of leather, and his shoe told everyone that he was someone wealthy...or so it seemed. He was handsome, tall, slim waistline, broad shoulders, fair in complexion and had a playboy kind of look. He looked like some one who often visited the gym.