Top Hat Character Novels & Stories

Not to mention velvet and silk in a rainstorm? They remove their hat, their French braided silver-streaked black hair falling forward as they perform an elaborate bow, like something from a classic play about nobility. Now that the hat has been removed, I can see their perfect cheekbones, strong, full eyebrows, and full lips above a blocky chin. They are a beautiful person, presenting somewhere between masculine and feminine, a delightfully enticing combination of both. I felt a rush of blood to my cheeks as our eyes met. “Did you just come from a play?” I ask, trying not to sound rude

“It's not that you are weird. It's because of the hat you are wearing.” “Why is there something wrong with my hat? I try to remember what the hat looks like. It is color brown, and the design is just okay. Although it has a cherry on top of it, it doesn't look weird, so why are they staring? “The hat looks nice. What is wrong with it?” They both laugh at me. “Well, yeah, to you, it works just fine. But here in this village, it is weird to see someone using that hat as it was used for those who will get married.”

It didn't scream wealth like the ones I watched. "Lexus, Gamara...." Said the man sitting on a big chair that you thought was from Game of Thrones. "Supremo...." The man said so we followed suit. "I'm going to ask you to do something." The man said to us but my eyes were on his head. He is wearing a golden helmet with a small wing design. Like a typical greek goddess helmet. In men's clothing, this is the only difference. "What is that, supreme?" Cayden asked the question! And it's rolling! Yes, the acting feels great!

As we got to the center of the main hall, the Hatter turned swiftly and for the first time I saw his face in full view. His skin was pale, his jaws sharp and contoured. His eyes glowed a glassy blue and the color surrounding his eyes was dark, as though he had been under immense stress, which he had. His head was fully raised and he adjusted his hat so it did not cover so much of his face any more. His lips were a deep red and he wore a ruffled top under the suit, like the medieval English fashion but with a Hatter twist. “Let me introduce you to my friends!” he said, his voice more confident and almost cheerful now, he let out a brief smile and called out to his pals, “Come down now, don't

"Anyone?" Hugo, a man with a tophat and a grey mustache that makes him look like the monopoly man, steps forward. He smiles at me and then presents Felicia with a chair. His gloved hands are resting on the backrest, and Felicia seems to gulp before stepping forward. "Don't be afraid; this won't hurt," Hugo says with glimmering eyes that speak of his mischief. He loves to watch people suffer. "But it will be one hell of an experience,"

In the front of the room there was a drink table with a coffee pot & mugs on top, and liquor & glasses below. I took my seat at the furthest end of the table, and they all followed suit. Before I could even open my mouth to speak, one of them began expressing his concerns. Hightower, was his name. He had always been quite pushy, usually the first to back Donahue when he started making demands of me. He was a plump old man, with graying facial hair. He had started to bald some years ago so he started shaving his head. His facial features showed his age though, with wrinkles on his forehead, crows feet around his eyes & wrinkles that caused the skin around his lips to sag.

Long white hair flowed down around their shoulders from beneath the wide brims of their hats. Their skin was coarse from the local weather. They wore light grey robes with golden accents and matching pointed hats that bent slightly at the top. A gold symbol adorned the hat. “You might want to back up.” He said in a musical voice that was soothing and disturbing all at once. “I can’t just give up on him like that!” She exclaimed, feeling a deep hole in her chest ripping open. “Don’t give up but make room for the dragon to work his magic and believe.” The little man suggested. She allowed him to pull her away behind the line of little men, where they had brought Prince Vaugn.

I raise my voice to be heard over the music, but I can barely hear myself. “I think it will be fairly obvious.” Nathan’s jaw is tight as he nods toward the bar. There’s a man holding court there in a group of women dressed not so differently from me, so I can’t exactly judge them. But the guy is wearing a tropical print shirt, totally unbuttoned, and baggy khaki shorts. Atop his head is a party store wizard hat. “That can’t be,” I say, shaking my head slowly. “That is not the super powerful magician.”

"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.

She whispers in horror and winks before I feel my hands being grabbed to my side. I turn and see Bahm's face first, under a tall and circular black hat that had a wide gold bang running across the front and back with two red tassels hanging from each side. I was truly mesmerized by my mate's calm and charming face in his long black attire he wore. He looked like a King indeed.