The Man In The Top Hat Novels & Stories

“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.

Even Claire and Bennett poked their heads out from the kitchen, grinning at the sight of the man who had just entered. I turned to see what the fuss was about and found myself staring at an older gentleman with a presence that was hard to ignore. Mr. Harrington was tall and broad-shouldered, with silver hair neatly combed back and eyes that sparkled with mischief. He wore a well-tailored suit that looked expensive but casual enough to suggest he didn’t take himself too seriously. “Alright, alright, settle down,” he said, waving a hand at everyone. “You’d think I was the mayor with the way you all carry on.” His voice was warm and filled with humor, drawing laughter from the staff.

"Who is it?" Chester's laughter echoed endlessly. "Hahaha! Just wait, that disastrous man will come personally to destroy you!" "Who is it?" Enraged, the man lunged forward to choke Chester, only to find that he had already drawn his last breath. In the final moments of Chester’s life, only his brilliant, mocking smile remained. “Who is it?! I’ll turn Centropolis upside down if I have to, and I’ll find that person and eliminate them once and for all!” the man in the hat roared in fury.

However, some tried to look pretty to attract the audience’s attention. “Disgusting,” Natalie muttered. She put on an unattractive, flat, and cold expression, hoping no one would be interested in buying her. Moments later, the auction finally began. At the very back of the audience, two men had just arrived. They were neatly dressed in black suits and black coats. The latter wore a classic and mysterious black Homburg hat. The hat man cast his gray eyes around before finally focusing his gaze on the auction stage. He noticed the ten women being auctioned off that night and scrutinized them individually.

Megat was also wearing a mask on top of his mask. “Slow down Freeze. You’re gonna finish all of that before we even get home.” “I can just buy more!” Freeze said without a care. “God… Hm?” Megat’s steps paused when he saw there was a man dressed in white shirt and blue tux. A gold chain was hanging out of his suit’s pocket and he was wearing a top hat. It took a while for Megat to recognise the person in front of him. “Hey Megat, it’s been a while.” The man said. “Also, why are you wearing a mask on top of your mask?”

When new opportunities presented themselves he'd be off like a shot. He loves you. But how do I know that? She was giving herself a headache. She had just signaled the bartender for another margarita when a large figure blocked the light coming in through the side door. She blinked her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness when the figure moved to her table. The man was unfamiliar but he wore breeches, a dress coat with tails, a vest and white shirt, and a top hat, which he swept off as he bent at the waist in a gentleman's bow.

Initially, his face was shrouded by a cliché darkness hanging over his flat top Panama hat. "So, where do you suppose we should plan this, Mr. Meyer?" Charles asks the gentleman that was revealed to be Caine. He finally shew his face as he releases a very warm Joker-esque crossed with Mother Theresa type of grin.

By now, we've been surrounded by a small group of people looking inquiringly at us. A man with a hat pushed his way to the front of the crowd. He's putting on a brown shit with its sleeves rolled up to his elbow and a blue jean. He has a holster strapped to his side with a revolver in it. He looked more like a cow boy in his out fit. "You've brought friends with you huh" he said standing akimbo and scanning us from head to toe with his eyes7075! I thought . "They're here to stay?" He asked chewing something in his mouth, I guess it's gum