Harold Humdinger Novels & Stories

’ Therefore, Harold simply ignored Carmen and told the few young men, “Tie up both of these two old women and take them away!” Carmen yelled angrily when she heard this, “You want to tie me up? Do you know who I am?!” Harold replied in disgust, “I cannot be bothered to find out about your identity at all. You can tell Elaine who you are when the both of you are baking bricks together at the brick factory!” After he was done speaking, Harold told the few men, “I want you to cover up both of their mouths!” Carmen yelled hysterically, “You dare to touch me? I am Carmen… mmm…”

He looked like a god of destruction, broad shoulders stretching his jersey, a jawline like granite, and icy blue eyes that promised no mercy. While Harold was the Golden Boy of Vetty Veil, Horace was the dark storm everyone feared. I wiped a streak of blood from my eye, a wicked smile tugging at my lips despite the pain. I knew Harold’s every play. I knew about his old knee injury that acted up in the third period. I knew his weak left-side defense. I didn't need a doctor. I needed a phone number. Harold wanted to play me? Fine. I was going to give the Ravagers wolf every secret he needed to tear the King of Vetty Veil apart.

Standing behind a nearby pole, he listened in on their conversation sneakily. "Where were you? You know I was all alone down here?" Asked the man sounding like a child whining. "I was upstairs, Harold. I was getting bored too." Replied Cali. So, this was that Harold guy. 'Why does the letter H always causes trouble in my paradise? Earlier it was Horace and now, it is Harold?' Cain thought bitterly. He had to do something before it was too late. And he certainly knew what he had to do.

Elder Young was furious. Before that, he had been wondering why Harold did not continue attacking him after the sneak attack, and had given him time to recover instead. So Harold had been deliberately stalling for time, wanting the muscle relaxants to be even more effective. The fact was Harold was incredibly cunning was something well-known in the underworld. It seemed like Harold was much more ruthless and despicable than Elder Young had thought. "Harold, so what if you're cunning? This is still our base in the end. We have experts everywhere! As long as I let out a shout and alert the family, you won't be able to stand against all of our experts, no matter how strong you are!"

“That’s my wife!” “Tell her goodbye!” Harold said. “I’m done being tortured by this bitch!” “You can’t do that!” Mr. Flamingo shouted, running down the porch steps. “Who are you, anyway?” “I’m Harold Woodpecker, the man your wife turned into a wood nymph! I’m tired of being tortured by this psycho. She’s going away now!” “But--”

But alas, Harold Aaron was sounding so fine and happy on the phone. But where are the fools he gave work to do? If it wasn't successful, they owe him an explanation. But he didn't see them, neither was there any call from them nor could he reach them either. "Oh that's so thoughtful of you Mr Damian Cross. I never knew you cared this much for your ex- employees" Harold was obviously mocking. He wanted to find out about him right? Perhaps boss Lily's men had captured those thugs of his he referred to as bodyguards.

He inhaled the cool air and tried to empty his mind. The inspector’s wife was out in the garden too. She was attending to the shrubs which had felt the full force of the storm. The family dog was busy chasing imaginary objects along the length of the garden. Gone were those days when owners named their dogs Moti or Sheru. With the advent of Hollywood in India, it was chic to call your dog Tommy, Jimmy, Joey or Woody. This particular dog was called Bruno and his futile chase ended as soon as he saw the sub-inspector entering through the gate. With his tail wagging, Bruno sniffed him and paced around him in circles. The sub- inspector seemed pleased with the way the handsome labrador welcomed

Seeing this, Rey looked at Gerald. It was indeed true. He now believed in Gerald’s words. Harold frowned, and his face turned gloomy. Now, Harold believed in Gerald’s ability even more, because everything was just as Gerald had told him. “Smash the wall and dig out the corpse!” Harold ordered his subordinates solemnly. Then, they started working, smashing the wall. Finally, the skeletons in the wall fell out one by one. As the skeletons fell out, everyone was taken aback.

“You—“ I moved angrily, forgetting where I was and I almost fell. Harold snorted, his lips curling, “How are you feeling? Still dizzy?” “Fuck you.” I breathed out those two words, trying to exercise self control against this bastard. He had me fooled and had everyone else fooled. How could I not have known or suspected him? The moment Landon publicly claimed me, Harold had been constantly trying to get close to me while pretending to be an ordinary person. He was only midly popular, and easily provided services he knew I needed.

"Thank you for being here." A faint smile flickered on her face. "I nearly didn’t make it." "I completely understand." She lowered her gaze to her hands. "They're trembling." "Tell me what you’re aware of." With a brief closure of her eyes, she murmured, "Mr. Harold is not who people believe him to be." I stayed quiet. Letting her speak further. "He develops an obsession." My face remained impassive. "I’m aware." She gradually shook her head. "No." "You don't comprehend."