Mayor Humdinger Novels & Stories

Harmonia explained tactfully, “If I was truly the one who hurt Dimi, why would I drive him to Blackath City? Wouldn't that be walking directly into a trap? No one would do such a foolish thing, right?” When Linelle heard the way Harmonia was addressing Dimas, she became even more displeased and shouted, “Why aren’t you referring to him as Mr. Martinez? Do you have the right to call him Dimi?! You're just a servant, at best!” Compared to Linelle’s abusive language, the man seemed calm. He first arranged for bodyguards to take Dimas to the only hospital in town and then called the director to personally check the wound. He then looked at Harmonia and reached out to introduce himself, “Hello. I

“That’s what the little voice in my head tells me.” Our costumed friends freeze, their rifle-barrels wavering. Every sound seems too loud, too present: the water rushing into the gutter, the Mountain’s guttural breathing, the low hum of traffic on a distant street, even the rustle of Big Jim’s fingertips against the fabric of his suit. And then Big Jim starts laughing. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” he says, once he pauses to take a breath. “That law-and-order dipshit of a mayor is a furry freak? Well, color me shocked.”

His voice was warm and filled with humor, drawing laughter from the staff. “That’s because you’re more important than the mayor!” Maggie teased as she approached him. “Come on, Mr. Harrington, you know we always save your favorite table.” Mr. Harrington chuckled, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on me. “And who’s this? A new face! Are you folks finally upgrading your staff, or did you run out of options?”

‘Good luck with that. ‘Well we have to do something,’ Dorothy said as her jaws began working on the bon-bon. There was a lot of sucking and slurping as she battled with the sweet. ‘Mayor Codd,’ Edna said expectantly. ‘Very well,’ said Codd, though not without uncertainty. As he stood, he adjusted his suit jacket and pulled himself up to his full height, which in reality still wasn’t very tall, and marched over to a youth barring one of the exits. He was considerably bigger than Codd; broad and in his late teens. The youth’s face was grim-set and handsome, and the Mayor didn’t recognise him from the town.

Once the kids are gone, I turn to her and say, “What the fuck?” “What the fuck indeed,” she says dryly. I can tell she’s angry, but she’s maintaining a calm composure for the kids too, even though they’re happily playing in the bounce house. “But I would not wonder. Henry and Sarah Fox… The mayor is not really a good man, is he? No wonder that’s the kind of values he teaches to his family.”

Probably! ”Yes, dear. He is the mayor of Santa Monica. The looks on your face now reminded me of your young self who was very interested in an expansive assortment of matters in life.” my mother expressed in a gloomy tone. She came closer to me to hide behind my ear some stray strands of my hair that had fallen from my head and landed on my face.

The titled read: “The Secret Keeper for Mayor?” “They’re joking,” she said. June glanced over at the paper. “Oh, no,” she replied with a grin. “Didn’t you know? Then popularity polls are showing a landslide win for the Secret Keeper.” “What will Havermouth actually do if the Secret Keeper wins?” Aislen wondered, shaking her head in wonderment as she drove back out of Leighton Richard’s property. “I mean, they need someone to fulfil the role of mayor, don’t they? What does a mayor even do?”

A laugh was triggered–sharp and humourless, even before I could stop it. That was indeed the most ridiculous demand I had ever heard in my entire, witch-cursed life. Maya stepped aside just as I dropped onto her chair like my knees had given out. My gaze fixed on the Mayor with a mixture of shock, and a thin flicker of amusement. A cut of the property, my property? Sure. And maybe the moon too, while we're at it. The Mayor swallowed visibly, clearing his throat the way men do when they're fully aware they've said something utterly stupid, but are only just realizing it.

“When she walked in.” “I gathered.” “And of being a stalker.” “I got that too.” “Dad.” My voice comes out very flat. “I’m just filling in the gaps.” He straightens up, setting his mug down, and moves toward us with the expression he gets when something is about to become official. “Roman, thi is my daughter, Natalia.” “Natalia.” He looks at me. Then at the man beside me. “This is Roman Volkov.” Roman… He looks back at me with absolutely no readable expression whatsoever. “The new mayor.”

"Officer Alexander Jones in the future, if you ever need my help I am just one call away." Alex heard this sentence from the mayor uncountable times but never pay heed. This was the best time to utilize the mayor's promise. Alex called the mayor when he heard about the Honor house’s collapse and asked him not to entertain business owner Andrea Lowell because he is fake. At first, the mayor was hesitant to go adjusting a high-end business owner but had to show his sincerity towards his officer. Mayor promised and said that he will only decide after getting the entire truth and not get influenced by anyone.