Clown Oc 소설 & 이야기

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.”

Seeing them still frozen in place, I thought maybe it didn’t suit their taste, so I held out the half-cooked piece in my hand. "Want it cooked instead?" The three of them flinched violently. "N-No…" Zephyr Noct, the blind priest, suddenly dropped to one knee, his voice dry. "You are the noble Alpha Female. This prey is your trophy. By the rules, we must wait until you have finished eating completely before we are allowed to take what remains." I frowned. "What kind of bullshit rule is that?" Without hesitation, I tossed the meat straight into their arms. They scrambled to catch it, then froze again, unsure what to do.

“Basic biology? I can skate circles around half your varsity boys blindly, and I have the stats to prove—” The door to the office swung open, cutting me off. I turned around, the words dying in my throat. Standing in the doorway was a guy who was easily six-foot-three, built like a brick wall, with beautiful hair that fell perfectly across his forehead. He was wearing the school’s blue and gold varsity jacket, looking every bit the golden-boy jock. He was annoyingly beautiful, “Ah, Harlan,” Principal Charles' tone did a complete 180, instantly turning bright and welcoming.

“The poor guy just wants somebody to smell his flower.” The clown perked up immediately. Kael bent down. His nose went right into the center. You could practically see him preparing for the water. His eyes closed. His shoulders tensed. The flower squirted. Unfortunately for Kael, it wasn’t water. The smell hit instantly. Rotten eggs. Pure concentrated death. Kael jumped backward so fast he nearly fell over. A long string of curses exploded from his mouth. The clown doubled over laughing. Then he bowed dramatically as if he’d just completed the greatest performance in history.

Deuce snorted hard enough to choke on his drink. "You laugh too ugly to be acting superior," Clayton told him. "At least I don't smell like wet dog." "You are literally an omega." "Have you ever met an omega with a bad smell, stupid?Oh sorry, I forgot you're commonblood. You don't have the nose for that, everyone smells the same to you." Clayton lunged for him again. Near the doorway, Grove stood dripping rainwater directly onto the floor while Helena yelled at him from the kitchen.

I motioned to move on to Feryt but then Clord took over the situation. “Hi. I’m Clord Ambrose Wilmington and I think you’re a very beautiful specimen.” He started to say. Feryt and I turned to look at each other. “It’s nice to meet you.” Clord said and stretched his hand to Anika for which she hesitantly took. They shook hands during which Clord smiled like a clown before pulling away and staring erect. I don’t think he realized how stupid he looked right now. “So, I’m Clord and I’m the Fists of this team.” He started another line now, evidently a lie to impress Anika. “You can call me whenever—”

"She's the family's treasure. Her name is Cléo, and she's very affectionate." "Do you have any pictures of her?" "Of course. Could you please grab my phone?" Clara jumped out of bed and grabbed his phone. She noticed that Otávio was still online on her phone. Clara saw several photos of a beautiful little girl with a smile on her face. Frank proudly showed her the pictures, and in most of them, she was missing her front tooth, but she didn't mind and smiled brightly in all of them. "She started a channel, can you believe it?"

Ralph rolled his eyes keeping the device inside and pecked Klara’s lips, he then walked around her to leave not before throwing a death glare at Gwen. “That’s the old man you are talking about Gwen. What do you think? Isn’t he handsome?” Klara’s provoking words pulled all of them from their trance as they still couldn’t get Ralph out of their heads because he’s like an illusion with perfect face and body and he looked like a devil. Can any man in the entire world look like an actual sculpture?

Gemma pouted, “I'd rather stay with Uncle Bruno.” I smiled at her, “Your uncle Bruno has someone to protect.” “Can we at least change partner?” Arlo protested, “I'm not staying with this talkative.” “I don't want to stay with you either,” Clara snapped. “But the arrangements seemed best, you don't have Lycanthropic abilities.” “I can just stay with Bruno!” Arlo exclaimed. Clara's face turned sour, “Then who would protect Othello? He isn't good at anything but eating spicy food and saying cruel words to innocent people. Plus — it would be very awkward to stay with that gay.”

Once in front of the door Claus warns me “By the way, his appearance is not very good ...” he says with a wide smile on his lips, he opens the door and the typical and characteristic smell of blood floods my sense of smell again, I enter and the man Claus was torturing for the last three hours he looks horrible, he has wounds all over his body bathed in blood, he is only in his underwear and two clamps connected to a modern electricity generating device hang from his nipples, the son of a bitch was having fun, I look at him with displeasure and he smiles proudly