Top Hat Character Novels & Stories

Xhe guessed to a certain degree traveling via a Ciel Board that had handles had to be awkward for two people, but the handles only ever came up when there were more than two people on the board. "What are you?" they asked. Ralph paused his fidgeting and then grinned because the top hat he wore had a large brim it gave off an impression of shielding half his features in shadow, not an attribute a top hat actually had, it must have a magical feature stitched into its fabric, not that that made a difference in their speculation, especially as all they were greeted to, was a smirk that had every hair on their body stand on end.

As if in front of him there was no chaos at all. "Sir Wiggy!" The wide hat gnome exclaimed in panic, hurriedly removing the hat. His dignified face became nervous. "We, uh, I - err. They…. ” The young man named Wiggy stamped his feet impatiently. "Err, w - we ... we brought you an empress," said the Big Hat finally, pointing at Lillian. Wiggy turned his head quickly, and as the sapphire eye collided with Lillian's, his thick eyebrows raised, staring at the girl for a moment, but then turned back to the Gnome in the broad hat with a fierce face.

He took his own hat off and slapped the dust off his pants leg with it. He had curly black hair, but Newt saw to his surprise that there was a sizable bald spot on the top of his head. “He found that cap in the fifties, to the best of my recollection,” Augustus said. “You know Deets is like me—he’s not one to quit on a garment just because it’s got a little age. We can’t all be fine dressers like you, Jake.” Jake turned his coffee eyes on Augustus and broke out another slow grin. “What’d it take to get you to whip up another

"I mean, your costume is amazing, tight, and er.." "You should probably stop talking, Sebastian," Loretta says, smiling while also keeping a straight face. She really hoped he didn't walk up to her to get himself an erection. "Um, yeah I should, but your costume is nice though. What are you exactly? I can't exactly tell. " "Don't you see the hat? It's not pointy but it's there." "That's a top hat. Are you a witch or something?" "Well, not exactly. You are close though."

His slim figure was bowing at us as his hand was holding an extravagant hat filled with colorful feathers. "Be prepared! For I! The GREAT William! Will shape you all into fine pieces of art!" For a moment I felt his gaze land upon me. No. On all of us three. "Not even demons will be able to escape..." I involuntarily frowned. The memories of when I read how was this character returned at once to my mind as a chill ran down my spine. Out of all the people ruling this school. This man is probably the craziest of them all.

Behind them was a picnic table cluttered with lunch boxes and cold drinks, and the faint sound of waves rolling in from afar. “I said I don’t want to wear this hat. It’s a girl’s hat,” Max declared, pointing to the little woven cap that Trisha had apparently just plopped on his head. Trisha giggled, kneeling in the sand. “It’s not a girl’s hat. It’s an adventurer’s hat!” “No. Adventurers wear helmets. Like Bumblebee!” Max shot back, his expression defiant as he pushed her hand away from his hair Trisha gave up and flopped onto the sand, resting her head on her knees in defeat, laughing. Max tossed the hat aside and reached for a slice of watermelon from the table, biting into it with satisfa

In front of me, stood the man I've been looking for my entire life. Alessio Romano. He was only the best hitman in the world before he became the Leader of the Russian Mafia. He was the worst and now? He became even worst. "Drop the gun, princess. I won't repeat myself again." His voice was calm but threatening. I knew Alessio. He wouldn't hesitate to shoot my grandmother dead. I dropped my gun on the floor and raised my hands to my surrendering myself, "Just let her go."

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.

He kissed me on the cheek and grabbed me by my shoulders and smiled. King walked in and sat down at my foot. "You're a good boy," I said rubbing his fur. He leaned into my touch and put his head down. "I better get going," I said. Uncle Lawrence nodded. I looked on the wall and saw his top hats. He was the original Mad Hatter who taught me the art of torture. Even if he died, people would never know as we looked like replicas of each other. I took one last look at my Uncle and walked out the door of the mansion.

However, upon hearing Hilda's voice, he paused and looked back. He was obviously playing the role of a knight. Dressed in a costume as white as snow, he even wore a hat with his face covered by a white veil. Hilda didn't care whether his face was handsome or not, for she just wanted to take a picture together with him before anything else. So, she said eagerly, "Hi, may I take a picture together with you?" The hat moved slightly. And the person seemed to have nodded.