Harold Humdinger Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

he mumbled as he stared at the familiar face. Harold Hoghelswart was once the most renowned knight in all of Snowhill. He had retired after he had an injury at war that almost caused him his life. He was living well, owning a big mansion down at Gothrel where the rich and retired lived. He had lots of servants and many carriages and horses. Why then was he stealing one? Edward sighed. He looked at Harold's face and couldn't help but have this uneasy feeling inside of him. He wasn't sure if it was because of Harold's open eyes staring directly at him or if it was something else but he knew for sure that it was there.

It was all because he had chased Harold away from their preschool yesterday. Alden closed the medical record book, and his expression was complicated. He walked into the ward and hung the medical record book at the end of the bed. Harold scoffed. “How is it? You don’t understand the doctor’s handwriting, do you?” He had flipped through the book yesterday when he was bored, but he could not recognize a single word. The handwriting was completely messy. “I’m not stupid like you,” Alden said indifferently. “Stupid? Why am I stupid?” Harold was furious. “I’m four years old, but I know three thousand glossaries. I can also memorize Shakespeare’s poems. My teacher says I’m a genius. How dare you c

“Are you an idiot? Why the hell should I know you? Oh, you’re his friend? Okay, then don’t think about leaving either. You can both kneel and apologize to my son.” Harold really had a death wish. Standing right before him was none other than the mob king, Theo Zander! When was the last time someone pointed at Theo and insulted him? That would be around the time he started as a gangster. Now, more than ten years had passed and no one dared to speak that way to him ever again. Harold Hill was the first, and also the last. Because in Theo’s eyes, he was already a dead man. However, Harold had no idea how many times he had died in Theo’s mind. He really did not know Theo Zander but have only eve

"You said you're going to break my limbs before this, and now you're sure that I'm going to die? Don't you know that it's only going to make things worse for you?" "B*stard!" Harold cursed. It was evident from Caspian's passive attitude that he did not care about Harold at all. "I'll show you why I, Harold Yates, is known as Evergreen Town's little genius!" Harold spoke through gritted teeth. Then, he exerted all his strength, and in an instant, all his muscles were making scary twisting sounds.