The Man In The Top Hat Novels & Stories

"Can't women tell either?" It seems that the smoke just now was placed in the wrong position. It should not be extinguished above his head, but in his eyes. "He grew a pair of eyes!" His subordinates were frightened and hurriedly said, "That person was wearing a duckbill cap, with a big mask on his face, and dressed in a hoodie and pants. It was really difficult to distinguish..." "Step back." "Yes, yes, yes..." Mr. Harrell took a few more puffs, huh, just the two of you? You've got quite the nerve!

the woman whispered to a man in a red hat who was holding an unconscious man in a black three piece suit. From the look of the man who was currently lying on the floor, Via could conclude that he was a rich man who was about to be robbed. The man in the red hat was trying to pull the wallet from the rich man when suddenly the blond man’s hand grabbed the wrist of the man in the red hat, making the woman gasp and back away slowly. “I told you to do it quickly! Damn it!” cursed the woman while taking out a knife from behind the clutch that had been in her grip.

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

I sat up so that Jerrod could see I was wearing my pants, at least. “Sugar is the last thing you need for a hangover,” he said, putting the box on the coffee table. “I just want food,” I said and reached for the box, taking out a chocolate glazed donut. “Donuts are so underrated,” Mila said, sitting down on the couch next to Jerrod and taking a bite out of a jam donut. She was playing this so calmly, lying like a pro. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have bought our story as well. Mila looked like nothing was out of place.

I couldn't see the face of The middle one because He was wearing a black hat with the same dress code but the long black trench coat was moulded into his broad, muscular and tallest form perfectly with the high black boots giving him intimidating and regal vibes. I sensed He was examining his sleeve which was damp and my eyes broadened. I realised what had happened. The coffee spilled on his thick expensive material on sleeve following his hand and wristwatch. I abruptly stood up on my numb legs ignoring my stuff on the floor. This man must be super wealthy and famous which I reckoned from the reaction of people there so I hurriedly approached him to apologise when those men who seemed like

Adolescence had crippled my confidence in such things. “Thank you,” I said to the carolers, when the song was done. “Thank you so much.” “Thank our master, m’lady!” replied a man in the front, a crooked stovepipe hat on his head. “He was good enough to let us go carolin’.” “It seems awful cold out,” said Loretta. “Do you want some hot tea? Perhaps some scones? We have more than our servants can eat.” The mortals exchanged nervous glances, but kept their grins. “We appreciate the offer, m’lady,” said the man with the crooked hat. “But we’re in a bit of a rush.”

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.

I sat in the chair nearest the door because sitting nearest the door felt like the right instinct, and I waited, and the house waited around me, and nobody spoke. Then the front door opened. The man who walked in was tall, not as tall as Damien but close, with lighter colouring and a face that shared certain features with Damien's the way different editions of the same book share a cover. You could see the connection if you were looking for it. The jaw, the set of the eyes, the particular way he held himself like he had grown up being told he was important and then at some point stopped believing it. He was maybe thirty. He was wearing a jacket that had been expensive once and was not anymor

Guiseppe gulped in nervousness when Blair held his hand tightly. A man, dressed in a white linen shirt and black slacks, wearing suspenders and a black hat on his head, his face stern and a two-day white stubble on his chin showed how exhausted he was. The man itself was a debauchee, a thick brown coloured cigar pipe in his mouth as he released the smoke out of it. He removed the shades in a way only rich people does. Next to him, were two ladies, dressed in mini dresses, wide necks and face full of makeup.

‘Is it someone among them? Shaking his head he tap in his table. ‘There is a possibility but… the view shows a different angle. Oliver look at the possible spot on where the photo must have taken and right there he saw a man who was about to sit in a table. Wearing as tuxedo, he is elegantly dressed. He didn’t have the time to see its face for he is wearing a fashionable round hat. Looking at how he seats, he do have a good figure. ‘I wonder if it is him…’