Harold Humdinger Novels & Stories

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.”

Edith said with a smile, " Seriously bro! This is your great person! He is a singer." Harold uttered, "What's wrong with me? The way she said I thought maybe this V would be her boyfriend who is famous. That's why I was a little scared." Edith uttered, mockingly, "Well done, the two of you got along well. Both of you are number one dramatists." Harold smiled in his mind and thought, "The girl is really very filmy. So I have to impress her in a filmy manner." Harold went to Ezlyn again and said, "Well, madam, I found out about your V. He really is a great man."

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.

’ 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.

He had a nice voice, but all he used it for was to scream and chew everyone's heads off. He was probably the clown from IT. Only, this one targeted adults and not children. It was all beginning to make sense. No wonder he scared the living daylights out of me. He was like Pennywise, Squidward, Eeyore, and freaking Johnny Bravo wrapped in one annoying ass package.

Whenever I tried to make a conversation with him, he either nodded or half heartedly hummed, clearly not taking interest. In the end, I stopped, altogether. If he was going to act and regret like this then so be it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- He is bipolar. Like, comment and share!

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****