Novel & Cerita Harold Humdinger

ANNE: THE SORCERER’S POV “This one’s fresh. Just how you like em’.” Harold said with his gold tooth shining like a medallion. He was a greedy bastard and the smile he gave me lasted on his face because he had been stupid enough to assure himself I was going to fall for his lame-ass tricks. “Let’s see it then,” I said keeping my face expressionless. He waved a hand that was big enough to smash a newborn into smidderins. I followed behind him as he walked into the storeroom which smelled worse than his breath.

"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."

Conscious that he would not truly be rid of the fiend until their contract had been properly terminated, Harold still proceeded to stomp away from his partner. Slamming the door behind him as he departed the room, Harold fell back against its wood. Exasperated by the encounter, he closed his eyes. Taking in a few deep breaths, Harold tried to alleviate the pressure that had built up inside of him. The rhythm of his breathing becoming less unsettled and the heat that had risen up within him gradually subsiding after a few prolonged minutes, Harold again opened his eyes slowly. Blinking as he was bewildered to find that he was not the sole person occupying the dim hallway. He was met with a pa

His tone was grazed with sarcasm. Harold scoffed and turned away from the window. "You must have really grown up Matteo Rodriguez…Seeing as you doesn't sneak up like a thief behind me…" Matteo laughed. "What brings you here this time?" Harold asked as he stepped away from the window and lowered himself into a seat. "Don't tell me you have given up already?"Matteo shakes his head. Harold has always been a chicken. Little wonder Lucas always won him. "Whose fault it is we are here right now? Huh? You can't even put one woman under control, how dare you think of leading the vampire clan?" Harold slammed at him.

She wondered how she could tactfully explain that she didn't feel in the least festive. 'What I'm going to enjoy,' Harold said as he shouldered his bag, 'is my mum's jugged hare. She's keeping it hot.' So that was what his brief call on the cellphone had been about. 'I appreciate your staying and helping,' Amy said, meaning it. 'Many thanks.' "S all right.' Harold checked off on his fingers. 'Stove, fridge, these lamps - he gestured to where they shed their gold-shaded light from the television and the bookcase - 'wall-switches, toaster, clothes-washer . . .'

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.”

“You didn’t come banging on my door first thing in the morning just to ask me that, did you? Although I can tell you’re dying to know.” Hazel’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. This man was impossible to deal with. It was like he could see right through her—or worse, like he already knew everything she was planning. Either way, it made her feel uneasy. “Fine. We need to head back to the office for a meeting, so we’re leaving.” Hearing that, Harold burst into laughter. The way his face contorted with his exaggerated expression—thanks to all the obvious cosmetic work—only made his features look even more unnatural. Hazel couldn’t help but feel weirdly unsettled.

"Wendy loves me. This isn't over—" Wendy gave her answer right away, and it was a big, fat slap across Zack's face. "Don't listen to him, Felix. I don't like guys like him. He's just a toy. A toy I throw away once I'm bored of him." She held up her thermos and uncapped it. The air was filled with the aroma of mushroom and egg custard. "You must be hungry. I got this for you."

Harold appeared as the fake Darryl and the disciples could not see anything wrong at all! Harold tried to calm himself down and said casually to the disciples questioning him, "Hey, Senior Brothers! I'm going to discuss something with the Empress; you all may go." The disciples exchanged confused looks.

With Harold in charge, everything seemed to be falling in place. "Thank you very much, Harold. I felt bad when I lost it, so you buying it again, will at least fill the void I had in Flemond," Warren said. Harold was smiling broadly since Warren's praise was like music to his ears. His honeydicking act worked and that meant Warren wouldn't mind doing something for him too.