Clown Ocs Novels & Stories

The King smiled and nodded. "We'll help" he said and continued eating. "You should eat" He added. "Uhm, but where's Oscar?" Clyde asked, facing the King. "Here I am" Oscar, the one and only prince of the Gousa Kingdom said as he walked in the King's court. Clyde smiled at him. "I haven't seen you in years or should I say, I haven't beaten you in years" Oscar mocked Clyde. Clyde rolled his eyes. "That was when we were little, you can't beat me now" Clyde said and continued eating.

Seeing Lucas not ready to stop, Owen dropped a bombshell. He shouted, "There's no running away this time, Lucas, because THE SHELL CLAN will be coming to the ceremony tomorrow!!" "Shell Clan," Lucas mumbled in disbelief. His feet stopped right there. Seeing Lucas no longer walking, Owen mumbled under his breath, "The arrow hit the dart, finally!" Owen was as happy as Larry on seeing Lucas turning around. While he was doing so, Owen said in a tone bearing pride, "I have specially invited the Shell Clan to come over tomorrow!"

He mimicked her trembling voice, doubling over with laughter again. David clapped his hands, clearly proud of their prank. “Come on, Joyce, admit it. It was genius. We even got you home safe and sound.” “Safe and sound?!” Joyce snapped. “You dragged me into a van, blindfolded me, and made me think I was being kidnapped! How is that SAFE?!”

He kisses her upper thigh and moves his fingers over her clit. "Let's find your g-spot" and draws a circle on her clit with his thumb. He continues to draw circles making Daisy a moaning mess. She was digging her nails into his shoulders and gasping out loud when he enters two fingers inside her. Her knees were going weak, making her unable to stand anymore. But Magnus was determined to find what he was searching. He stops circling his thumb on her clit and pushes his wet soaking thumb up her ass making her scream and moan Magnus's name.

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

she paused and clicked her fingers. "Or what? What can you do if I oblige." Octavia said, dropping her brush on the bed, Claire nodded with folded lips. "Or we will see that demon everybody's been talking about." She pronounced and Octavia broke into a sarcastic laugh. "Oh.. I will love her to see the faces of clowns.Twinnie I think you got visitors." She whispered softly to her palm and immediately Twinie appeared before them.

Dropping the robe, I beat my fists against my chest like the blood-thirsty animal I had to become to get the job done. Chance rallied the crowd, hurling his hand above his head to encourage them. “Let’s hear it for Claw, the turncoat biker from the Outlands,” he announced. Booing and cursing filled the arena like Claw was some pantomime villain. A peculiar feeling shifted through the air, lifting the hairs on the back of my neck. Something was amiss. My senses were going wild; warning bells were clanging through my ears, informing me that this entire situation smelled off.

"I came here a warrior. I'm leaving as one." *** "Claw Spirits — on your mark!" The professor's voice cracked over the field like a whip. I dug my feet into the dirt, breathing slow, forcing my mind onto the one thing that mattered: the finish line, and nothing else. Then I made the mistake of looking up. Sylvester.

Elliot observed and said, "Alpha Cliff, this is Kendrick. He looks like a short guy, nothing special." Cliff frowned and asked, "Does he look familiar to you?" "Looks like... a stranger. I've never seen him before. No one in L.A. has ever heard of this guy," Elliot replied. Hearing this, Cliff left Elliot and strode toward the center of the stage. Elliot was too late to stop him and called out in astonishment, "Alpha Cliff!" Cliff pushed through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the clown in the center of the stage.

How would they even know about Dracula? Alistair let out a laugh. ’’Trust me, the truth will shock you.’’ "Would you like a balloon?" A clown asked, walking over to where they sat. October nodded at the clown with blue hair and a red suit on. She was glad when he came over, because she saw the amazing art that he had made for everyone else and wanted one as well. “A butterfly please?" She asked him. The clown got to blowing and tying the balloons. “Here you go, one pretty butterfly, for a beautiful girl."