Top Hat Character Novels & Stories

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.

“First, I require help choosing a hat of my own.” “What sort of hat are you looking for?” Mr. Humphries asked. “I don’t know. What do you recommend?” “Perhaps this top hat? It is made from real beaver hide, and will withstand the rain.” The vampire let out an irritated sniff. “Top hats are painfully ordinary.” “Would you prefer something a little more eccentric then, sir? Perhaps this fez?” “What do you take me for, an Arab?” “Forgive me, sir—it was wrong of me to even suggest it. Perhaps a bowler? This one has a feather in it.”

She said. “What did they look like?” I asked. “Well they all had identical midnight black hair, but different lengths. One had facial hair, a goatee was all. Another had a long scar along the side of his cheek across his right eye. He always wore a top hat. Those are the only distinctive things I can remember. The other two didn’t have anything that made them stand out. If I saw them I could probably point them out. But it’s been years since I have seen them, it’s hard to remember.” She said. I pulled her close to me in a soft embrace. “Thank you, princess. That actually helps me more than you know.” I said, releasing my hold on her. I nodded for her to stand, and she climbed off my lap as I

Women that fight back are more fun. “Which interesting character dares to hit one of my men on my own turf…?” At that moment, a few men rushed in with the echoes of their loud cries. The man in front was bald with a body full of tattoos, along with a big gold chain around his neck. “Boss Hart...”

I raise my voice to be heard over the music, but I can barely hear myself. “I think it will be fairly obvious.” Owen’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 precisely 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 a super powerful magician.”

sneered Renata. They walked towards the cashier to pay, but the tail of Renata's eye saw something interesting. "Come here first," said Renata, suddenly pulling Bastian's hand. "What's wrong?" They reached another corner, and Renata picked up a character hat that was the face of a jaguar with sharp gold-colored eyes. The hat was dark gray in color. "Put this on!" Renata exclaimed on tiptoe and put it on Bastian's head. "I don't need to wear a hat like this," Bastian refused.

‘I need the hair to disappear in the top hat. He had it glued and pinned in place within seconds. Call an expert. ‘That’s brilliant, Tony. Thanks so much.’ ‘I assume it’s for a fancy dress do,’ he quizzed. ‘Why are you going as a bloke?’ I looked again in the mirror. ‘Stubble is okay?’ I asked. ‘Stubble is pants!’

It was a secret he’d fought to keep. For the majority, Nelly’s identity was linked to the description of blue eyes and fourteen-inch black hair; not the low-cut billionaire he really was. To maintain that image, he’d had the hats custom-made after his long hair had been cruelly trimmed back then. Whenever he had to make any kind of appearance to certain unsavory people, the hat was the effortless trick between Nelly and Josh. One no one had yet to figure out. He checked his weapon in his ankle holster, then checked the CZ 75 Matte in his hip holster. Not like he really needed weapons. He was confident enough in his rank to know none of these fools would try anything stupid.

That may not be a bad thing to do in the bedroom, but with him comes three other men who differ vastly from my Capone. Capone. Nicknamed after Al Capone, an American mobster from the early 1900s. JT was fascinated by this man and mobster/gangster movies, especially the one based on Al Capone’s story. Since he was around twelve, he would be dressed as a 1900s mobster/gangster in a pinstriped suit with a fedora on his slicked-back blonde hair. He was obsessed. When he took to calling me Doll or Dollface, that’s when I jokingly called him Capone. It stuck. Now my Capone is all grown up. He went from being an awkward nerdy kid in large plastic frame glasses to a walking masterpiece of male perfe