Top Hat Character Novels & Stories

I feel like he’s weighing my answer. “Wait, here,” he ordered and went to the old man. I think he’s already in his forties. He is still wearing the long white hat. He looks dignified and well respected by the others. I don’t have any idea what they called him. But honestly, I don’t care. All I want is to enter the heavenly realm freely.

KALILA POV He was dressed in all black, a pair of brown riding boots, and a brown hat on his head, although he looked absurd, he still looked very charming. “You’re like a damn grim reaper. What are you doing? And why do you have that vulgar hat on?” I asked when I had regained a little of my composure. “Vulgar? This hat belonged to my father.” He exclaimed, touching the tip of the hat and trying to adjust it to fit his head.

I spent a while pestering him about horse names. He nodded in agreement, “quite busy. I can’t even stay here for longer than an hour.” With that, he got up. “Here’s what I can do for you, Whitmore. You call Caddy, and we can have something set up, off the records.” “Works for me.” “Good.” He turned and smiled at me, “Interesting hat by the way, it’s very…different.” He was such a charmer, I would’ve picked my bag and showed it off too, “I actually made it, so it’s one of a kind. Really special.”

mocked Victoria. "You! You b****! You set us up! Who the f*** are you people?!? Let us go now!" the second man demanded. "Shut the f*** up! You're going down tonight!" Nathan snapped back. "Woah, Nathan. I never knew you to be the vulgar type." In walked Charles, with Jim following behind him. Charles was wearing a mask and a cap, so that the two men do not recognise him. "I don't know who you are; but I know we have never cross paths before. You have no idea who you're dealing with!" said the first man.

"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!

When we pull away, he tips his--my hat and I burst into laughter, letting thoughts of my betrayal to my best friend take a backseat. "Hey yourself," I mutter, my eyes scan his outfit. With the hat and skinny jeans paired with a denim jacket, he can pass off as a modern-day cowboy. "It's good to see you." Josh flips his short, brown hair, I chuckle and show him how it's done by flipping the ends of my cornrows which swipe across his cheeks. He scoffs, I roll my eyes and snatch my hat to place on the table. His tattooed knuckles come into view as his fingers circle the hat, I squint at the Roman numerals written in black ink decorating his hand.

Jack Horner says from the executive dining suite as Kitty closes the heavy door. "Hello, Mr. Jack," Goldie Lockhart says, and his jaw drops down. Jack Horner used to look very tired and messy. He was overweight, he never shaved his face enough, and he always needed a hair trimmer. He looked like an old retired soldier who did not care. But now, he looks like a powerful alpha capo!

because regardless of their uniform for the evening, they always have a white cowboy hat, like a hero from an old spaghetti western. And just like characters from westerns, they all have ridiculous sounding nicknames that they use in lieu of their names–like “The Kid” or “Steel Toe Joe” or “Whiplash Jake”, a tip of the hat, so to speak, to Diamond Devine’s country background.

Rudra stepped back, lowering the sword, and surveyed his team. "You see?" Rudra said, his voice calm but authoritative. "These hats are equipped with advanced technology. They generate a protective shield that can repel any physical attack. You are not just wearing a hat; you are wearing a portable defense system." The room buzzed with astonishment. Nand, still holding his hat, examined it more closely, his technical curiosity piqued. Vipula, her earlier sorrow momentarily set aside, looked at the hat with a mixture of wonder and renewed hope. Veer, always practical, gave a satisfied nod, reassured by the demonstration.

His face was perfectly defined and his hair so full it almost breached his forehead. He cocked his head to the side with a smile hinting on his face. "No, I'm known as the magic man but you, my dear chap, can refer to me as Mr. Top Hat." He replied, an unfamiliar accent breaching thickly in his voice. I would have laughed if I could but all I could do was lightly scowl at his words, and clutch my chest harder. "S–s–" I stopped to take in a breath when the pain spasmed further in me, and the air suddenly became thick. "Seriously? Y–you don't even have a hat," I responded in a mere whisper.