Auguste Clown Novels & Stories

Frank Crawford had grabbed Augus’s shoulder, fury burning in his eyes. “Let go of me, you fool,” Augus hissed, struggling to shrug him off. “You’re escaping,” Frank growled, his voice thick with suspicion. “Bring my Claudia back to me.” Augus looked at Frank with a mixture of irritation and disgust, his lip curling in distain. “You make me want to vomit, scum.” He kicked at Frank’s leg, and Frank collapsed, but he gripped Augus’s ankle the moment he hit the ground, still holding him in place.

One time, he prank called his fat Physics teacher and insulted his body shape and repeatedly called him ‘man tits’ with another student’s phone, which he found in his locker, when the teacher took it up and made sure there was an investigation carried out, he was hoping he’d finally pin the menacing Andy but the IP address was traced to an unfortunate Billy Wilmore, who faced a two-week suspension because Andy was a gifted impressionist, which gave him the ability to mimic Billy’s high-pitched voice. ‘‘Don’t be a clown. We them boys is going to sit and pro’ly two girls too, then the remaining will sit on our laps and that will earn us a free road grinding.’’ Adamie reasoned as a smile crept

She frowned and asked, “Who are you? Why did you capture us?” Clown smiled and said, “Because I am your future husband! Oh, let me introduce myself, my name is Quincy Zoppins, my alias is Clown.”

Gillian’s lips parted in shock. She was so shocked that she froze for a few seconds. Apart from being famously known as retarded handicap, Augustus Albrecht was rumored to have had his face injured due to the accident, resulting in him being ugly beyond words. It was even rumored that Augustus had to go around in a mask so he wouldn't disgust people with his face. However, now that Gillian was right in front of Augustus, she really wished for nothing but to give a slap to whoever spread such crazy news.

KLAUS Lilika stifled a laugh. The growl emanating from her throat continued to grow until she was cackling like a witch. I could tell this was her coping mechanism. She had laughed the same way when the doctor had told her the love of her life; the man who had danced with her at the balcony on her birthday had died from a heart attack the next morning. This was another of those many hollow laughs my mother gave when things were going awry. Soon enough, her laugh relapsed. Honestly, it felt like a Deja-Vu of the morning I lost Dad. Mom looked at Doria who had just returned to the living room playing the role of betrayed dutiful housewife to a fault and then back at me. I saw a drop of tear es

FELIX ------- “Alex no.” “Feel, please.” “I’ll get her a job but not as my assistant.” “But I don’t trust people, you’ve seen Paris, she’s a total man attracter, 3 of her bosses have tried to get sexual with her and 7 of them have molested her. Please Felix, Paris can’t live without a job and she can’t even work for perverts. I don’t trust other people around her. You’ve hated her all your life and you don’t mix personal and professional life. Please hire her.” My best and only friend kneeled in front of me with tears in his eyes as he recalled the sexual assaults on his sister by the men and women who were her bosses. Paris Martin, God save me. Paris was the clumsiest silliest and weirdest