Harold Humdinger Novels & Stories

He ensures with a wink as the girl smiles and leaves the booth. "See? I told you she wasn't in need of help." Jason states the obvious as Gracie felt like digging a hole out of embarrassment. "Oh my god, Jason! That's new. Didn't she do your homework before coming here?" Harold said, laughing the situation off as if she didn't just clockblock him a moment ago. "By the way, I'm Harold. Harry, for you." He said softly, extending a friendly hand to her. He looked so different from the moment where he was harassing the girl's ass. Is he bipolar Or what? Gracie thought.

But he remembered it when he met the lady again. “That was the first time I saw her, I see,” Harold said to himself while still sitting on a branch of tress with a wireless earphone in his ear. “She was my fan. Now, I understand why the tall detective hates me.” He pouted, shrugged his shoulder, and took a sip of his cola. Harold looked back at the event at the party. At the same time, he heard Adam’s voice from his earphones. Adam approached Maxine. “Maxine.”

He took in long, deep breath and out, causing the smoke to make his voice not too visible. “No, it's not that,” Harold said and faked a smile. “The room is okay the way it is.” “Sure?” “Yes, I am sure,” Harold responded. “And my name is Harold. Harold Girard. I am a…” Before the last word he had to say escaped his mouth, there was a loud ding on his phone. “Excuse me,” he muttered as he brought his phone out. He had a text from Wilkes. ‘You're taking ages. Everything all right?’

"If you stop wasting time spouting nonsense here, we would've found Yarick by now." Harold was an egotistical man who believed he was the center of the universe. Even Linda would have to be humble in front of him. With her temper, they would start fighting badly if she found out about his affair. There was no way the Grants' lives would be peaceful after. Harold and Linda were both cunning people. As such, Giselle didn't have to say a word about it. Instead, she just had to wait for the show to start. After 20 minutes, the police finally arrived. The man leading the team wasn't Jim, but a taller man. He had a buzz cut and a good-looking face. In short, he seemed like an upright man. Anyone w

But just then, Cindy appeared, loudly calling out my nickname and sounding very affectionate. Harold, who had calmed down by then, suddenly went berserk. His eyes turned bloodshot as he glared at me viciously. "The golden goose I had in hand flew away, even having me castrated! Yet here you are, living the good life with a Fortune Global 500 CEO! "Why is fate so unfair? If I can't have it good, neither will you! Die!" Out of nowhere, Harold produced a knife and lunged at me. I was too close to dodge, so as Cindy screamed, I closed my eyes. I was content that I could see her before I died.

His eyes, his mischievous smile. Age and weather had taken a tow on him but it was definitely still him. “Harold. What is this?” Darius demanded. The old man coughed and the sound alone silenced Darius. Harold looked so fragile, I wouldn’t be shocked if one bout of pneumonia would take him out in seconds. “Now, come on, son. You come all this way to visit me and the first thing you want to do is yell at me?” There was a glint in Harold’s eyes when he said this.

MEANWHILE BACK AT THE CHURCH HAROLD : Heavenly art : lightening spear Harold forms a lightening spear in his right hand and hurls it at a gathered group of demons, the attack decimates the demon group is was hurled at with it also causing a massive crater at the point of impact, more demons gather around Harold and attack him simultaneously HAROLD : Shit… Heavenly art : Aegis

After greeting Javier in the most respectful manner, the two of them hauled the fake pauper into the warehouse while Javier stayed outside, lighting another cigarette and chatting idly with Herschel. Ten or more minutes passed. Running Man emerged from the warehouse with a newly-extracted name. Harold Dunn. Javier remembered Harold. He was that rascal he had given a little “physical education” when they had met. It was intended to be a deterrent and a small punishment for his impudence; a painful lesson that nonetheless required about a hundred days of rest and physiotherapy to recover. Who could have known Harold would see this as backing him into a madman’s corner? Well, he certainly did n

The gesture was so unusual, so out of character, that the security man froze for a moment, with his eyes widening. Harold had never smiled at him like that before. His rare, genuine smile made him look almost human. The security man was shocked by the sight, then he immediately bowed lower. Harold noticed his reaction and smiled a little more, as if he was enjoying the effect of his presence. He was so happy that he couldn't hide his joy anymore. Damian is finally getting what he deserves. He walked into the house, humming softly to himself, an old song he had once loved. The sound carried a strange warmth, it was almost homely.

"After I received a tape. It had a song on it—one of the most beautiful I've heard—and since then, I've been seeing…people. Living and dead. But they aren't there. Or at least, I don't think they are." Harold sat forward on his log, intrigued. "And this tape…what was the song?" Waverly thought about it for a minute, and as if the music was programmed into her brain, she began humming it. Not long into the song, Harold's eyes widened, and he shouted. "Stop! Stop singing!" The chatter among the pack at the fire stopped and everyone was looking to them. Waverly was stunned. Harold had never yelled at her before. "Harold, I—"