Mayor Humdinger Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t be Cejay Merryweather if I would just let a guy intimidates me. “Um...” I paused. What am I going to ask him again? Ah, yes! I remember! “Mr. Huntington, may I ask how’s Mr. Socrates? Did you fire him?” Mr. Huntington moved to massage his nape. “Why do you ask, Ms. Merrywheather?” he asked and continued reading the paper on his desk. Dumbfounded, I furrowed my eyebrows. “I want to know what action have you governed against him. Did you fire him? Where is he now?”

My skin crawled with the uncomfortable awareness of his attention. "Well, let's speak again soonest," The mayor said, clapping him on the back, "You know how much this town values your input." His laugh boomed through the hallway. I cringed internally. Of course they were buddies. Of course the town's resident misogynist had the mayor's ear. The mayor's phone buzzed insistently. He glanced at it, his expression taking a more serious form. "I have to take this. I'm sorry, we'll need to reschedule."

“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.

I asked, tilting my head slightly, my tone calm yet mocking. “Listen here, young man,” he began, puffing out his chest, trying to muster some authority. “I am the Mayor of this town. I have several men at my beck and call. I demand that you bring out my daughter this instant, or there will be dire consequences.” I studied him for a moment, unimpressed. The rumors about the Mayor painted him as a ruthless, cunning figure capable of unspeakable things, someone no one dared to cross. But standing here in front of me, he was a disappointment. Small, frail, and hiding behind his power like a shield. I’d expected someone formidable, not this trembling shell of a man.

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.”

He hissed, still ignorant of the situation he was in. “Wait, Mr. Mayor!” Mirah smirked, gently caressing her cheek. “I hate when a man thinks he can raise his hand just because he’s got a dick.” She scoffed. “But they never realize the consequences could be something else.” She lifted her iPad, showing something to Mr. Mayor, who was struggling in my men’s grip. Poor guy. “Wh-What? What is it? How did you— Stop. Whatever you’re trying to do, stop now.” He started barking like a trapped dog. The color drained from his face like a deer caught in headlights.

the mayor told us. The mayor made his way over to the raffle drum and began to spin it. Once he stopped spinning the drum, he drew a name out of the drum. As the mayor drew the name out, Haven's hand gripped mine even tighter. "Please don't be us, please don't be us..." she chanted quietly. The mayor said, "This year our sacrifice will be Haven Holbrook."

"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.