Clown Books Novels & Stories

Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts. That hot Friday night, the apartment’s air conditioning was struggling against the humid heat of the city. Clara sat in the swivel chair of her improvised office, wearing nothing but a tiny black thong that was already completely soaked and an old, oversized rock band t-shirt that barely covered the lower curve of her round ass. Her heavy breasts swung freely under the thin fabric, dark hard nipples brushing

Asked an excited Arianna. She handed them the book that she had brought with her. Everyone looked at it with disbelief. "It looks like she's written this," said Hudson. "Where did you find this book?" Asked David Gray with interest. "Uncle David, this book has ranked as The New York Times Bestseller consecutively for the last few months," said Arianna. Everyone was stunned to hear that the little Isabella who had run away from home was a best-selling author of the country! "How do we contact her for an autograph?" Asked Weston at last, looking proud of his Isabella. Arianna smiled and took out her phone.

I pushed open the store door. It must have been a poor day for the crystals and the Crookshollow 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.

My eyes landed on books, portions, maps, carved objects and barrels that contained pepper red substances. “What’s this place?” I curiously asked. “We call it the dark room, it contains everything you need to know about Shadowclaw. The book over there is yours to read. It will give you instructions on how to help him.” He answered. I picked the book which was titled ‘LUNA’ and walked out.

However, she had not felt Marble's energy for a long time. — After returning home, Clara immediately looked up all the information of Omen's publisher on the internet. She gasped when she found out that the CEO was him. This publisher has only been established for two years but is extremely popular. The comic books of this company are selling very well. Clara is overjoyed to see that the company is recruiting. Her luck came again. "I will become an employee of his company!" Clara spoke to Dove in a determined tone. She will infiltrate his company and get Marble back.

But, so was my disappointment at the interior. It was normal. There was a half full coffee pot and sterile white mugs lined up like you would see in any hotel lobby. It had a child's painting on the wall with painted hands. It was a bit like a doctor's office in that way as the child's handwriting was scrawled dislexically. I looked at it as the only alien thing in the room, but it was really cute. There was a small beta male who was in scrubs eating something that looked like a burrito wrapped in deli papers at one of the booths. He had an open black lined notebooks which was covered in an untidy scrawl. I could only see diagrams of frogs before he closed it so I couldn't read it.

"There's a shop over there that sells all sorts of quirky stuff. You might find what you're looking for." "Perfect," I say with a grin. Sophia shakes her head but can't help but smile at my antics. She leads me to the store. The store is crammed with all sorts of knick-knacks and gag gifts - fake spiderwebs, squishy toys, joke T-shirts, and yes - a wall decorated with various posters of clowns in various poses and sizes. The rainbow-colored hair and wide grins send shivers down my spine. It's not just Vincent. I find clowns creepy, too, but I decide to ignore my feelings about them for now.

My clothes hung loose as my body burned through what little fat a child could carry. I was dying by degrees when they found me. Three figures emerged from the shadows like smoke given form. Rogues—I could smell it on them, that wild untethered scent that pack wolves feared. "Well, well." The woman's voice carried a trace of dark amusement. "What do we have here?" I should run. Every pack instinct screamed at me to flee. But I could barely stand, let alone escape three full-grown wolves. "Just a lost pup," said one of the men. "Probably from Crescent Moon pack. Should we just leave her?"

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

Clara found Kael in the library that evening. He was reading an old book about the history of Hidden Lunas, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Finding anything useful?" she asked, sitting across from him. "Not really. Most of these books were written by wolves who never met a Hidden Luna. They're full of speculation." "Then maybe you should write your own book someday." Kael laughed. "I'm not a writer." "Neither was I. But I've told my story enough times to fill a library." She leaned forward. "How are you settling in?"