Harold Humdinger Novels & Stories

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.

If he had done that, he would probably have invited Elder Eliot's anger. He spat out in resignation as he looked down at his own results. His results were not the greatest this time. He was placed tenth and not many of his pill runes had qualified. The other pill runes were not at sixty percent refinement at all. The two of them were clearly on different levels. When he saw that, Harold suddenly let out a laugh. His laughter stunned everyone present. Everyone shot him a strange look. Harold was actually able to laugh at that time. What was he laughing about?

Because even though Shantal has no mentioned it yet, Harold could already tell based on his instinct that the two already met face to face. But despite his shock, Harold also knew that it would do them no good once their customer learned that they tried to trick her by sending a human instead of a robot. So he was determined to keep their secret until the end and having this kind of resolve in his mind helped Harold to recover his composure in no time.

I don’t know what to make of this man. Harold suddenly appears in front of us just as we reach the door. He’s panting heavily, sweat pouring from forehead. His pot belly must have given him a hard time running. “Forgive me, mister Mortimer. It was terrible judgement on my part. Ehh, you know how these things are. We’re business men, older men, and these girls…you know how it gets.” Knox’s jaw hardens. “No, I don’t. But I can tell you what I know, Harold.”

’ asked the business king to his confidante and right-hand best-friend. Jerry shook his head and grabbed the back of it as he stretched out the lazy muscles. ‘He’s running around, that’s for sure. Like his old man.’ ‘Collecting,’ muttered Harold, his finger tapping cautiously to hide his agitation. This son of a rat, Harold cursed silently. Where the fuck is he hiding? The Demon wasn’t hard to track, so Harold had no problems moving his chess pieces around to avoid losing them. Damien Virtus was smart and ruthless—Harold Lux likes to think that he was twice—no—three times smarter and meaner. Kindness doesn’t pay anyway, and people resent intelligence when it’s not theirs.

In an instant, the floor where Harold was sitting on, crumbled and dropped towards oblivion taking the table and Harold down. Momentarily surprised at what just happened, Derrick and the others immediately rushed towards the hole that has been created by the unknown incident. They look down and saw Harold laying down in the middle of the broken pieces of glass that was once the centre table. He is on top of a thick, circular metal platform in the middle of the hole. They all burst into laughter, teasing and mocking poor Harold who was unconscious from the long fall he experienced. “What a loser!” Lenard said in the midst of hysterical laughs.