Harold Humdinger Novels & Stories

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

"Hilary, are you okay?" "Can you give me a mirror?" I ask demandingly. He looks confused but then picks a mirror and gives it to me. I touch my face, makes funny expression while at my reflection. After a couple of seconds, I slap myself. "Aww!" I scream in pain. "HAHAHA, what the hell are you doing? I know you're pretty but don't hurt yourself and make funny faces to become ugly, that's only made you cute." This can't be... This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

The kind of man who looks permanently entertained by other people’s discomfort. Beside me, Victor mutters under his breath, “Harold Bennett.” “Victor.” Harold smiles lazily before looking toward me. “And this must be the famous nephew.” I extend a hand politely. “Durrell Cox.” Harold shakes it once before pausing. His eyes narrow slightly, then he blinks, and suddenly keeps staring. Not socially but personally. And something about it immediately puts me on edge. “Well,” he murmurs slowly. “That’s unsettling.”

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.’ *****

He nodded and then cupped his arms so she slid an arm in it as they walked towards elevator. “Are you enjoying the movie?” “Well, I could barely understand the language ma’am.” “We call it pidgin and please call me Harmony.” “I apologise Harmony but I really don’t understand this whole pidgin language.” “You may not understand. The movie is called Altar Ego. Do you believe in inner demon Ichabod?” Just as she asked that, he stopped walked and then faced her. “Inner demon?” “Yea.” “Well, do I believe in it?” He asked himself as he felt Odin snarled while he and Harmony walked into the elevator, “I think I do believe in it more than most people do.” He said finally before the door of the eleva

Harold had stopped to eat or at least drink, he could be like an impromptu statue in front of the computer, forgetting that he was human. Along the way, I met a few employees and those who knew where I had come from immediately asked how Mr. Agassi was, I only gave a thumbs-up answer, because for a detailed explanation, let Rama take over. "Loh... Lili! Geez, Ma'am, you're here too!" said a man from behind me, so I reflexively turned around and found the employee who was hired by Mr. Harold to help him with the latest project. "Oh.. yes, I just got back," I replied, I also didn't know what his name was, anyway the two men hired by Mr. Harold were familiar faces.

Is he a volsunge or an kveldulf ? I am interrupted in my speculation when another man enters the circle. Harold’s gaze turns slowly from me and over to the opponent. He rolls his neck and raises his hands. When the opponent does the same, Harold immediately goes at him. He feints by ducking down to the left and soon after turning his upper body to the right, where he inserts a quiet jab. The hit elegantly strikes the jaws of the opponent. The man goes out like a candle, and Harold disappears into the crowd of spectators. That there was so much showing off.

For an egg has cracked. Oh, it's just humpty dumpty. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put humpty together again. Daniell Jane Cruz, a 24-year-old lady who graduated college together with her friends. The thought it was the start of their journey as a now mature young people. But no. For their past has come back to haunt them. make them pay for what they did.

I demanded, my voice tight. Harold smirked, enjoying the attention. “And… Gerald, well, he’s always been a creative one. Let’s just say he convinced me to explore a different route.” The mention of Gerald made my stomach twist. I couldn’t help the cold shiver that ran down my spine. “What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Harold’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned closer, his smirk deepening. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough. Patience, boys. Good things come to those who wait.”