Harold Humdinger Novels & Stories

He asked while taking a bite of his food. “It was pretty good, the working environment is elegant, my colleagues are nice people, but my boss is emotionless. Well, that was just my first impression of him” I explained. I don’t know Mr. Harrington better so I can only judge him based on what I have observed today. Trevor laughed at my statement. Well, I just said that his cousin is emotionless. “Well, yeah, his aura is kind of like that, he’s cold hearted but, he got some hidden emotions in him”

“I hope it’s not a trap.” “And if it is, are you scared?” I tease him. “Me? Scared? Haa, I can laugh in the face of death.” He bursts out. We don’t need weapons to fight, we have our strength, which is more than enough. We go into the building, and within a few minutes, Oliver uses his sensitive nose to get Alpha Tate’s scent, and we find him. He looks so pale and white. His hands are connected to drips, he’s chained up and hanged lifeless on it.

the woman on the other end says after after a few rings. "Yes hello, I'm Adam Foster a private investigator, I need to talk to the lead officer Jacob urgently" he explains quickly, the woman asks him what information he knew, he knew the next sentence would blow her mind "information! I just had tea with her!" He exclaims. That was the first step to us being able to get home, don't get me wrong it didn't just happen in a few days and it definitely wasn't easy. Adam managed to finesse his way in to talking with Jacob the next morning, and as always Blake was with him and was about to hear the whole call. Let's check it out.

In under a minute, the terrifying Mutants of America were immediately crushed. The experts’ jaws dropped when they saw the sight. Elaine’s gorgeous body kept twitching nonstop. Douglas Higgs was instantly furious. “How dare you hurt this many people, Harvey?! “Who gave you the nerve?! “I’ll kill you! “I’ll kill you with my own hands!” He roared when he reached out to a small hammer that flew right into his hand. The hammer was completely golden. It was clearly different compared to the other hammers.

Harold thought, carefully stepping and checking the surrounding area, afraid of wild animals. The purpose of Harold being sent by the mayor to this remote place was to investigate those wild animals because they reportedly always ran to this place to hide. ‘I don't even know if those creatures are real or not. They say they are humans who can turn into wolves. Isn't that just a myth? Jacob didn't even believe it when he was little—’ "AGH!!!" Harold turned towards his friend and saw his spot was empty. Why did that stupid aide leave? "Huh? Wait… This isn't a medicinal plant. This is…" And as Harold looked forward, the man immediately froze. His body became rigid as he saw a silver beast, more

Perhaps he has just returned from somewhere, on his body is an elegant branded suit, and neatly combed hair, he looks extremely masculine and attractive. Harold and Brian are both elves, not mortals. “General… Ah, Mr. Harold. Did you just come back from work?” “Yes. I came here to see if the lovely girl was asked to work overtime by her boss. If yes, I will help.” I laughed when I heard his funny words. My heart suddenly fluttered because I was noticed by someone in authority. I'm really happy that I can be friends with Harold, but it seems that I shouldn't get too close to him lest Brian has an excuse to say sarcastic words.

he says, his voice carrying across the air, “I once told you—you were good with action but you lacked common sense.” His words sting more than I want them to. My throat burns as I force out the question. “How are you alive?” He throws his head back and laughs, loud and cruel. His laugh makes my stomach twist. “It’s very simple,” he says finally, straightening, still smiling. “Did you really think I could be killed that easily, Blackfang? You’re really an idiot.” Heat burns up my chest. My jaw tightens, but I don’t speak. “The fact you couldn’t even recognize me,” Harold continues, his tone cutting, “and you buried another man’s body in my place… it shows how careless you are. A little wolfsb

“Hey Little One, Titty ain’t doing nothing wrong. Not really. Just getting a better idea what your Daddy’s like. After all, he and Bias are getting awful snuggly. Have to make sure he’s good enough for Mr. Silver.” After rubbing the top of Phantom’s nose, Harold left the cat and went to the hall bathroom, finding nothing of interest. Not even any more mysterious slave artifacts. In the kitchen, he approved of Brad’s choice of beer and Pepsi over Coke. His taste in chips left something to be desired, but Harold supposed that was teachable.

He was a few inches taller than Harold but a lot skinnier. At first, Harold wondered who he was but as each second passed, he began to bring to mind who he was; Derek Baxter, his rival for the famed ‘Vestige of the Aptest’ contest. “I was told to come to you that you might help me,” he said. His voice was shaky and had latent touch of terror and dread. “Huh?” Harold said, subconsciously scratching the back of his head. “Who's the ‘he’ and what do you want me to help you with?” Harold stuttered.

one of the Omega wolves grumbled angrily to his colleague as they walked past Harold, ignorant as to his hiding there. Harold breathed slowly and did a countdown slowly in his head as the axe wielding werewolves lumbered past him and walked out of sight. "Phew" Harold sighed as he stood up from his hiding place, wiping the sand off his body as he raised his head up from dusting himself and got the shock of his life as his eyes locked with those of Damon Silverclaw who grinned wickedly as he hefted his blade and pointed it at Harold.