What Is The Hat Man Novels & Stories

“Da mihi quod cupio.” Asking for the void of space of his gate and very existence. The pocket of his dimension serves as his storage room, where endless space is infinity. Inserting his hand inside the palm of his hand and taking a black pipe hat out. He wears it comfortably unto his head as he now perfectly resembles the insane, yet hellish truth behind it. “Mad Hatter.”

He asked. “You are not dominant at all.” I told him. “Who told you I am? I am a maniac who loves bathing in blood, I am an Alpha who loves his pack and mate. That’s all. Yeah, I like domination in intercourse.” He smiled. “Who told you to love me?” “I cherish our hatred as well.” He grinned, pushing me by the shoulder a little. No matter what I tell him, or how I treat him, he smiles in the end.

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."

HANNAH'S POV I've been on the run from the paparazzi. Right now I'm walking with Darrin to get to my next scheduled photoshoot in disguise. The place was close to where we resided so we concluded in going there in disguise. My hair was wrapped under a scarf, I had dark shades, to hide the color of my eyes. Zachary has a hat over his head with a huge cap as well. With his bag beside me we both looked like a young couple having a look around the entire landscape.

I couldn't help but shift back again when I saw it, and it looked like the man realised what made me move. “Oh I apologise for scaring you. But can someone tell me what the commotion is all about?” “She’s trying to pass off a black card as her own!” The woman accused, pointing at me with a manic gleam in her eye, “I’m sure she stole it! Just look at her, there’s no way someone like her could ever own something that prestigious!” She sneered, turning to the crowd as if daring anyone to disagree. The man regarded her silently for a moment, then shifted his gaze back to me, “Is that true?” He asked quietly.

“What? You faking it? Trying to scam me?” I gripped the edge of the couch and tried to pull myself up, waving him off. But my body was too weak. My vision blurred, and the next thing I knew—I had collapsed into James’ lap. Laughter rang out around the room. “Oh, so that’s it.” The man sneered. “You’re holding out for Mr. Larson.” “But come on, girl, take a look in the mirror. He’s rich, handsome, one of the biggest names in the city. You really think he’d pick you?”

Rosetta cleaned the attic one weekend and came down with a box full of forgotten things. “There’s so many pictures,” she said, spreading them out on the floor. “Did you know Papa had this?” It was a drawing I made of him years ago. A silly little sketch of him in his farmer’s hat, holding a shovel like a sword. It was folded neatly behind a receipt from a store. The ink was faded, but my signature was still there in the corner.

Which his two legs on top of something and leaning his back on a softback of a chair. But Yman could not see the man's face, because his head that was facing the ceiling was covered by a straw hat. The shirt he was wearing slightly loose up to his chest where the bulging naked stomach as round as ball in full view. And a diety was comfortably cushioning on top of it. "Mhm..." Yman just nodded with a little deep sound to his throat. Emphasizing his appreciation from the greeting.. "???" On the contrary, Sistela floated near the man while question marks floated above her head as she was staring at the man and his deity with doubt.

The man in the wide-brimmed hat suddenly pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, casually declaring, “Mission accomplished.” Chester’s face registered pure disbelief. Crunch! All his bones shattered in an instant, and he collapsed with a thunderous crash. Blood gushed from all the openings on his face, and all his limbs were broken. Finally, his upper body was violently severed in half. He fell into a pool of blood, gazing in shock at the man in the hat. “How... How is this possible...” This man was part of the infamous Organization V, the number one dark force from abroad that everyone in the upper echelons of the Imperial Capital was talking about!

She has never openly insulted me and for that I'm grateful. I head for my Uncle's office. The door opens and a strange man walks out of it. He looks Russian with his Gray eyes, full beard and a mustache. He has a fedora hat on and I spot a scar running from his ear down to his chin. He pulls the hat lower and walks past me. I'm probably the one with the problem but the moment he walks by the aura he let off made me the air on my neck stand. A loud smash breaks out of Uncle's room and I immediately barge in. "What i-" I stop midway to see my uncle looking enrage and furious. The veins on his head are threatening to pop out of his head. The buttons on his shirt are hardly keeping it together.