Harold Humdinger Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

Even the bruises from the game didn't do anything to muffle that dull throb. Harold' really had a bad day. It was one of these kinda days that I feared the most, where something triggered him -even the smallest thing, and he'd turn Hulk mood in no time. He was fat, lame and a lazy piece of shit; but he was over six feet tall and his outline was twice mine, so if he wants he can do damage. You know how he gets.

It was going to be hard but I knew that with subsequent commitment I would be able to get everything back. At the end of my speech the man, whose name I now knew to be Harold, was clapping and staring at me as though he had seen an alien. It was crazy how I had been able to win over a few people in the course of my little speech. Hayden leaned into my shoulders and whispered. "You are not getting out of this place alive." Dang it, he was smart!

Their eyes were wide in disbelief as they blurted out, "You're alive!" I felt my heart skip a beat because the man before me wasn't just anyone, but Harold White, the butler who had drowned in the sea years ago while trying to save Dad. "Mr. White, you're alive!" I exclaimed. Harold looked at me and chuckled, patting my head. "It's been years, Mr. Jake. You're all grown up." "Stop with the act, Jake!" Luther bellowed. "You think putting a few actors in makeup can fool us? I'm telling you, it won't work!"

"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