Clown Books Novels & Stories

—she gestured upward to the dozens of books flapping around near the ceiling like birds—“you can make yourself busy with those.” “What am I supposed to do with those?” Clara watched with interest as the books flew around. “Put them in their designated shelves, Your Highness. Those are stubborn books who keep on unleashing themselves from their binding spells. The librarians have given up on them so just let them be.” An hour later, Clara stood in the aisle with her back to Holly who was still peering over the thick books. She slotted yet another book into the shelf in front of her, only to have the one next to it get up and fly away.

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

" - I did not decide yet. I pushed open the store door. It must have been a poor day for the crystals and the DownMoor ghost tour brochures, because the shop was completely deserted. From somewhere behind, a small bell rang. The place looked exactly as I remembered it—small tables and dark mahogany bookshelves lined the dimly lit space, filled with candles, crystal, and odd books. I coughed as a wave of sweet-smelling incense hit my nostrils. Clara slipped in from the back of the shop, carrying a stack of books that was almost as tall as she was. Her kind face broke into a smile when she saw us. - May I help? she asked, cocking her head to the side. Josh hurried over and helped her place the

Maybe they'll finally accept me. Mae stared at me with admiration in her eyes and ruffled my hair. “Your imagination is wild.” she chuckled. “You made me read all those big books in the library. I read somewhere that the sun can grant you powers.” I quipped. Mae tipped her head back and laughed. “Oh, dear Eloise! Just what books have you been reading.” My brows knit in confusion at her amused expression. Mae always insisted on reading every book I saw. She says the most power was hidden in books, that you can discover anything if you read hard enough. When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library.

Clayton finished freshening up. He went upstairs to change his clothes and came back down with a list in his hand, which he handed over to Kai. “Grant and Aida have already left. I didn’t have time to give it to them, so can you pass this on for me?” Kai wrinkled his eyebrows. He took it and looked at the long list of books. “What’s this? ‘A Guide for Babies and Toddlers’, ‘What to Do When Your Child Cries’, ‘How to Be a Qualified Parent’... What’s all this?”

She blurted out frowning. "No but..." I said and paused wondering. "I think it's funny." I uttered. I can't believe this that the people I even call my friends are the one making me a clown instead of advising me on what to do." Clara said aside. "Hang On miss, in case you are forgetting we are in the same class and we were given the same project as yours so who would abandon her project and start giving you advise or tutorials everyone cling to your self I am still cracking my brain here." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone giggled.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them. Cael Ardent and the other two were huddled in the corner, sneaking glances at me, their eyes filled with both fear and expectation. I said nothing. I tore off a chunk of meat from the boar and tossed it over. "Eat. Don’t hold back." Then I turned, built a fire with the wood, and skewered a piece of meat on a branch, holding it over the flames. The cave fell into deathly silence. They stared at the meat in their hands, eyes nearly bulging, throats bobbing as they swallowed.

“You’re up.” Aggressively grabbing the stick from him, I take a single step forward. My retreat comes to a halt as Nox holds me back. “I haven’t made my half of the bet yet.” Those blue eyes land on me once more, his voice low and haughty, “if I win,” as if it matters, “you’re going to shut that pretty little mouth of yours and drop the clueless act. Scarecrow doesn’t stand a chance, because you’re already claimed. By me. The sooner you accept it, the sooner we can get back to us. I have lots of lost time to make up for.” What the fuck is he getting at? It’s a puzzle, cryptic words I can’t wrap my head around. It quickens my heart and weakens my legs. Claimed.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—