Top Hat Character Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He batted his dark blue eyes, gave a wink, and then flashed a large triangular grin. "This is skater boy Sandino. He's going to be a professional skateboarder one day," Chad continued. "What's up," the Hispanic boy spoke, taking off his olive hat and tossing it on the table in front of him. I didn't know it was a random act, or if he were being respectful. His hair was stiff. He suffered from hat hair. Without the shade of his hat, I was able to see his hickory brown eyes that were being over powered by wild brows, and slightly chubby cheeks.

They dated and married after Mom graduated. Mom continued to model until becoming pregnant with me, I'm Anthony or Tony. When I was a kid though the other kids started calling me Hat. This after someone realized my initials spelled H.A.T., Harold Athony Turley. Instead of fighting it I embraced it and had my parents start buying me different hats, mostly baseball caps. Some with weird sayings or pictures, some with just odd projections like horns and such.

he said, his voice nasally and dramatic. "And who might you be?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. "I am the Notorious Nosedive, the Grand Inquisitor of the Black Coats!" he exclaimed dramatically, striking a pose. I stifled a giggle. "The Notorious Nosedive? Well, that's quite a name you've got there." Meanwhile, a woman in a white hat with a fluffy feather stepped forward, her voice tinged with excitement. "And I am Mistress Featherwinkle, the Supreme Hatress of the White Hats!" she announced with a flourish.

I heard the dog growl as drool dripped from its mouth. "King, enough! I was just informing Mr. Fedele of the rules of the house. I think she understands now," he said patting the dog on his back. I sat all the way back in my chair. This psychopath didn't know who he was playing with. "Now to answer your other questions my dear, you are in my Wonderland. I'm known as the Mad Hatter. It is truly a pleasure to meet your acquaintance," he said bowing his head and extending his hand. I looked at him as if he was crazy.

I stifle my laughter as we get in and I finally let go of him. Charles stumbles back, coughing lightly and holding his neck as he poises a red-faced glare at me. “Who are- Danika?” It’s amusing to watch the sheer display of shock aghast on his face as I take off the baseball hat and grin at him. “Sorry.”

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!