Novel & Cerita The Man In The Top Hat

It was then she noticed him. A man stood perfectly still near the terminal gates, as if untouched by the chaos around him. He wore a long gray coat that seemed out of place in the sticky Lagos humidity. While others shifted, gestured, and grumbled at bus conductors, he didn’t move. His head tilted slightly, eyes hidden beneath the brim of a dark hat. At first, Elena thought nothing of it. Lagos was full of strangers, after all—faces that blurred, lives that brushed briefly against hers before vanishing forever. But something about his stillness made her pause. She felt his gaze, though she couldn’t see his eyes.

“Shhh...” My eyes widened as I stared at the face of the man who had just entered our dressing room. At first, I did not recognize him because he was wearing a jacket folded to the elbow and wearing a black hat on his head. He was wearing denim pants and a V-neck shirt. Moments later, he removed the cause cap to expose who was standing in front of me. I couldn’t believe what and who I was seeing. Although his hair is messy and the perfume used is fragrant, his facial skin is also noticeable to turn white and smooth. He also has a watch on the arm and based on the brand, it’s not just cheap.

he whispered but suddenly his face broke into a smile . I watched a man walk into the party ,he looked so good to be true , without anyone telling me I knew he was cute . He had ten bodyguards walking with him and they protected him like a god . The man wore a mask on his face but his manly features were showing . His suit fitted his body perfectly. For a moment it looked like someone I knew . "That's Harry Hoffman ,the richest man in the world ,you really don't want him to notice you ,guess you would regret it "Jeremy's voice broke me out of my thoughts and I just smiled without saying a word .

They were about six men in the room who were not putting on a mask or a hat except one who was dressed in an expensive suit, on his head was a black hat that was glowing under the rim light. From his stance and aura one could depict the fact that; the man won't be an ordinary man.. He say on the couch with his back leaned against it, he had legs crossed against his thighs. He has this oval shape for a mouth and a gun strap to his belt sack. He lifted his face but his eyes were unseen because his hat was hindering the privilege. "Arrg ..." Came her cry. The cry of Mila, wife to Rico. They had given her a deadly punch in the stomach.

He had spent the past months working hard to get back on his feet and getting a new investor was enough to push him back to the top. “Good afternoon, Mr smith.” Jack greeted the man who looked to be in his mid or late fifties. He had few strands of grew hair that he noticed after the man had taken out his cap. “Nice to meet you.” They shook hands and Jack noticed the domineering aura the man possessed. He looked really expensive and fit. Slim and had a height perfect for his body build. His perfume wafted across the room and Jack perceived it. It was one of the most expensive brands in the country.

“Da mihi quod cupio.” Asking for the void of space of his gate and very existence. The pocket of his dimension serves as his storage room, where endless space is infinity. Inserting his hand inside the palm of his hand and taking a black pipe hat out. He wears it comfortably unto his head as he now perfectly resembles the insane, yet hellish truth behind it. “Mad Hatter.”

"Welcome, scum," said a man in shorts and a blue polo shirt. The man wore a black hat with the letters HTH on it. A whistle hung around his neck. There was a scar that started from the back of his head and down his spine. He had a clipboard in one hand and a pencil in the other.

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

Otherwise, she might have said “abandoned baby.” “But if she can marry Mr. Westvale successfully, she might still have a chance to become the capital’s top madam. But that depends on a man—” “Who says she can only rely on men?” Before Claire finished her mocking words, a lazy voice interrupted from behind. The next second, a man dressed in a white tailcoat and top hat, exuding a noble gentleman’s aura, appeared before everyone. Beside him was a casually dressed James, who only made him look even more refined.

I couldn’t stop wondering who he was, and this curiosity drove me to plan a way to draw him out. That evening, I decided to open my curtains again. The large bay window in my bedroom was usually covered when I was home alone, but this time, I left the curtains open to attract him. I deliberately wore the skimpiest outfit I owned and prepared myself, though my mind wasn’t really focused on what I was doing. I kept glancing outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the masked man, wondering where he was watching from. For half an hour, nothing happened; he was just too good at it. Just when I figured my plan had failed, I heard the familiar sound of a whistle.