Buggy The Clown Novels & Stories

some dumb idiots laughed at his lame joke. " Okay that's just lame" Amaya said out loud. I looked at her ,"what?" She asked me. I shook my head with a small smile. "Watch your mouth Clayton" he said in annoyance, Amaya turned around to face their table " watch your dignity Ashford your garage is open" she said the whole cafeteria 'oohed' , he zipped his jeans up and smirked.

Cardin I requested for Lucy but this clown showed up instead of her, and that alone irked me up "what the fuck are you doing? I don't remember requesting for your services" "Sorry sir, but you see, Lucy can't climb the stairs so I offered to bring it myself" Can't climb the stairs? Is she still in pains? I turned to the guy who is fumbling with the shot glass "what is your name?" "Jasper sir" "So Jasper, how did you know she couldn't climb the stairs?"

I reeled backwards in shock. "I don't understand. This wasn't stated in the contract." Mr. Jonathan shook his head, his face masking into one of confusion. "It was clearly stated, miss Reed. Clause 14b." That clause rang in my head like a bell. This was what Eric meant! He probably had a foresight that that clause was pregnant with possibilities that I might not like. How could I have been so shortsighted? I stared at the clause which now mocked me.

He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter. Jayce tutted and shook his head as he passed. He was at least a head taller than the rest of them and had fists the size of boulders. Everyone knew this guy was an animal when it came to fighting. It was the consensus that if you got targeted you rolled up and played dead, much like the protocol for a bear attack. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alfie cried. "I'm sorry. I only went with her because she bought me stuff. I don't even like her."

He tried to taunt Monica, but in the end, he got beaten up by him. "Don't worry, Miss Tomari, I can fight, even if my leg is cracked and my chest is wounded, I can fight very well." Hong tried to reassure Togo and said, "Did you forget about my technique? I can shut down my pain." Even though his leg cracked, it didn't mean he couldn't fight since he had a technique that made him capable of shutting down his pain, even if he was injured, he could fight anytime, so there was no need to worry, right?

The warm, fleece blanket keeps us warm from the dewy ground. “Morning, Bunny.” More kisses along my shoulder, the back of my neck. A warm breath blowing my hair around. “Morning, Clown.” He chuckles. “Hmm, I like it. Bunny and Clown. Our own version of Bonnie and Clyde, taking on the world,” he mumbles, gently pressing his long dick between my butt cheeks. My body responds on its own, pressing back against him.

I decided to start with food. “What are you in the mood for?” I ask Thomas as I take out my favourite coffee mug. It has a cute ladybug on it. This was a cup that Thomas had made me when he was in pre-school. “Chicken or toasted bread?” “I think toasted bread.” He says with a smile on his face. “Is it okay if I eat in my room?” “Why?” I ask, concern on my face. “I promised Jimmy we could play an online tournament as soon as I got home.”

Slowly, I pull it out, making sure I don't turn too fast but when I do turn to smash him on the head, I freeze. "Straw—" I blink in the low lighting of my room "Strawberry?" "Is that some weird kink you have or something? Sleeping with a bat?" He had obvious irritation in his voice as he spoke "And what the fuck is it with this many clowns?" Clowns? Forgetting that he's the same person who slammed me to a wall and I should clearly be terrified of, I pull Betsy to my body. She's a pink plushy and I growl protectively "Betsy is a cute rabbit! Not a clown!"

Mentally exhausted and depressed, Damian fell silent after the first hour. His knowledge of jokes was severely lacking. No matter what he did, the cyborg could not meet his party members’ standards. It was too difficult to be a clown. “It’s in the delivery,” Zen chuckled, patting Damian on the back. “Sometimes people find others funny when they aren’t intentionally trying to be. Just be yourself.” The solid advice lifted Damian’s mood a little, and the two nerds chatted, exchanging what they knew to update the gamer guide while travelling to Red Hood’s house.

I managed. Ryker looked ready to kill someone. Specifically the clown. The clown simply bowed. I pointed toward the spectacle while struggling to breathe. “Tell me this wasn’t part of your plan.” Zayden wiped tears from his eyes. “It was supposed to be a joke.” Another laugh escaped him. “Not her actual plan.” Kael wandered over at that moment. Unfortunately for him, he arrived just in time to become the next victim. “Who the hell is in the clown costume?” he asked suspiciously.