Mayor Humdinger Novels & Stories

He was thin and tall, with wide shoulders that made his coat hang off him oddly and a solemn face that looked like it had seen so many horrible things that he had been petrified that way. “Robert Richerr,” he said, passing him a black card with two large Rs written in fancy gold font. He was the mayor, a man only a few people had seen and even fewer had met, rumour had it he was hardly ever in town, always away on businesses he had set up in other states. Elmwood was small, small enough that the people knew themselves on a neighbourly basis, it was run

Havermouth, Three Weeks Before “This is outrageous,” Heath snarled at the soldiers who wrestled him into the back of the 4WD. “I am the mayor!” He did not honestly expect the title to make a difference to his treatment, however the longer he upheld the role of outraged human mayor, the longer he could delay, the more chance he had at escape – and there was the chance that he could seed just enough doubt in the minds of the soldiers that they would let him go.

Age has done nothing to make him any less shameless as he keeps marrying young women, stringing them along in the hopes of inheriting his fortune, and then dumping them once they are in their forties or fifties. Shameless, perverted vamp! But then, he also gave me the job here so I shouldn’t be judging his lifestyle. “Be right there!” I nod at him before knocking on the glass window that separates the bar from the kitchen. “Marty! Two orders for the dinner special and one Dancing Wino for the mayor!” Mr. Hamrington winks at me and I just roll my eyes. However, it’s like the town mayor attracts trouble. It’s not even a full five minutes before a group of rowdy-looking men walk in.

he cleared his throat and adjusted his suit. "Honoring your invitation?" Mr. Slade chuckled. He must have thought was too polite. "I am just happy that I have become an important person the mayor recognized. And when you invite anyone. It is an order not an invitation" he waved a finger in disagreement. They both laughed. "I am very sure you are aware of the unfortunate incident of the so called city hunter terrorizing us" Mayor Mount introduced technically. "She had become very popular than for me not to know her. I know her and we are told she's lethal dangerous skillful and some other things by the police. I know her" he drew an imaginary figure of a lady in the air.

the mayor said with saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth. "Mr. Mayor, you're a naughty, naughty boy," I said. "And I'm dirty. Dust me and spank me please!" the mayor begged. I took the duster in my hand, stroking my fingers through the feathers, and asked, "And if I don't do what you want, what are you going to do?" The mayor's face immediately darkened. He cleared his voice and said with a vicious look in his eyes, "Miss Lewyn, if you don't do what I ask you to do tonight, Mediland will be turned into a dumping site."

I held it toward him. Hale didn't accept the check; it was a short man with a creepy as hell smile and bright amber eyes who gently received the payment. Hugo, Mayor Hales's personal assistant and only friend. Honestly, he was fucking weird. Hollywood could easily cast him for the next horror movie, where this man could effortlessly play the role of the devil himself. Without needing any makeup. “One billion.” Hugo's voice quavered, and his smile evaporated. “I think you wrote more zeros than you meant, Mr. Moretti.”

“Thank you, Ma’am. Mayor.” His daughter, maybe five years old, stared at Alexander with wide eyes before hiding behind her mother’s skirt. Alexander crouched slightly. “Hello.” The little girl peeked out. I bit my lip, trying not to smile at the sight of the youngest mayor in the country looking far too serious while attempting to greet a child. The girl whispered, “Are you really the mayor?” “Yes.” “Why do you look mad?” I nearly laughed. Alexander blinked. The mother gasped. “Ay, sorry po, Mayor—”

Anyone who had seen this guy before should remember him due to his unique and conspicuous appearance. Oz seemed thoughtful. That description sounded familiar, but he could not place him for a while. “I feel like I've seen this person before!” Alton frowned and turned to look at Oz, hoping that he could give him an answer. With their efforts, they finally found the answer. “I know, it’s the mayor of Comet City. Doesn’t his personal assistant look like that?” Alton smacked his thigh, pleased with his finding. Oz nodded and agreed that the description fit the other party perfectly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for accepting my call and coming to make this day a success. My name is Lucien Hart and I am from the Hart family. I will be contesting for mayor and I ask for your support. I know that you have a lot of questions, and I will be answering all your questions today, so use this opportunity wisely because it might not come easy again! The reason I want to become mayor is simple. Someone once had a big dream for this city. A dream that was never fulfilled. He bestowed me the honor of fulfilling his dream and serving the people of city N and that is what I am about to do.

He does own the place, he’s every bit the mayor he was elected to be. “I’m happy to see you, we should have dinner. You and I really do need to talk business.” The mayor says smiling at Simon. Simon takes back his hand and takes mine; he even takes a step back from the mayor. I look at the both of them confused. What’s going on with these two/ is the mayor trying to recruit Simon into something illegal? Why is he so standoffish?