Novel & Cerita Harold Humdinger

After briefly hesitating, Gerald eventually decided to pick the call up as he calmly asked, “Hello? May I know who’s speaking?” “Before that, is this Mr. Gerald Crawford I’m speaking to?” asked a male voice from the other end of the call. “That would be me, yes. Who is this?” replied Gerald, feelings slightly more curious now. “Ah, a pleasure to finally get to speak with you, Mr. Gerald Crawford. My name is Harold Lee, and I’m the one in charge of the Great Council of Jhanglum City in Dragenott. I’m currently investigating a rather perplexing psychic case, you see, and I’m hoping to seek your help!” said Harold.

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.

But here he is, all worked up because his service girl, Trisha, was almost hit by an envious colleague from work. "What are you laughing about?" Denny glared at Harold. Then he sighed. Harold is a man full of bubbling laughter from deep within his being. That is one of his characters, and Denny personally likes it in him, but right now, he is just too agitated to appreciate Harold's good laugh. It didn't sound like medicine for Denny at the moment. Harold cleared his throat after a guffaw and took a few deep breaths.

"I swear by my scorched sinuses if you weren't my foster dad I would have drenched you in sulphuric acid Harold. You scared me so much and made me lose my much needed coffee!" Again Harold burst into another fit of laughter. This boy was undoubtedly close to his heart. To all those who know Harold, he is a humourless and prideful man. I. the human world he was known for offering scholarship to science students and owned a number of share in high tech companies. However, around Sid Hawthorn, laughter was a constant thing for him. "Enough of the laughing old man. Where are the specimens?" "I thought that it would be an issue to have growling mutts and hissing bloodsucking dead man contained in

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