Clown Ocs Novels & Stories

“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.

Some few minutes later, Clara came out dressed in a sexy red gown which was exposing her thigh and also her b**bs. Owen almost gets smitten by Clara's appearance as he recovers immediately. "You look really pretty tonight my lady! Please follow me". Since she had nothing to say, she just followed him to the car after waving at her madam who smiled at her for behaving herself this time around.

Coincidentally, the feet that Klaie used to step on Omeo face was the cheeks that suffered a lot of beating for today, and it was from a prodigal researcher, a human and a weird guy with a feet shaped like that of an animal. Omeo was the one to be unconscious once again after having to make almost al Sotiras and heroes faint to execute the plan. The retribution only for him had come so soon. The guy lips which was lowered and not smiling finally curled up as he slowly and coldly said under his breathe, "Welcome No. 000005 to our evolved monsters world, Researcher Omeo" Name: Klaie Ird Age: 1 000 years old Experimented No: 0000004

Genji said as he pulled out his holo phone. “DON'T YOU DARE SEND IT TO MAIKA AND GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!” Clayton shouted. Genji and Willow rolled their eyes as they laughed at the sergeant as they tried to pull him out by grabbing his center and groin plate. “I will hand it to you Clay despite Esmeralda blowing up. I am more impressed that you didn’t get torn in half by that explosion.” “Well Bossman I am awesome and I got plot armor!” Clayton bragged. “I would not count on it, you are merely a lucky mortal.” The Demon grunted.

Clown spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were filled with malice. Leaping into the ocean at this moment was tantamount to suicide. It was better to live a terrible life than death. He did not want to die so soon. At this moment, Zendaya, Autumn and the rest also come out of the minivan. Autumn was scared witless by what happened just now. Seeing the enemies were almost decimated completely, leaving only Clown, who was half-dead after being beaten by Alex, she promptly approached him and beat him up with punches and kicks.

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

Hands shot out. Fingers brushed fabric and skin but found no purchase slick enough to hold. The clown’s torso retracted. Like a spring‑loaded jack‑in‑the‑box going back into its tin, it yanked itself—and its prize—downward, vanishing beneath the boards in a spray of black water and wood chips. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the wet thud of the ocean hitting the posts. Then the water frothed where they’d gone under. Pale hands—not ghostly this time, but attached to a very human body—flailed once at the surface. Were grabbed. Yanked.

’ Just in a brief, Miss Claudia came out from the other room, she was handing a homemade ointment that was put into a container. “You smear this on your bruises before you go to bed unless…you never sleep at night!” Miss Claudia stared at Clayton as she passed the ointment and Clayton responded to her statement with a hilarious beam. Clayton took the ointment. “How should I pay for this?” Miss Claudia smiled and stared at Clayton. “I think that watch has some unique value!”

Now how was I going to look Tommy in the eye, and tell him he’s going to be an omega? I remember the stupid oath I made in high school then. My chest ached. Would he ever believe me?

"If you can’t stop the launch, vent the liquid oxygen! Stall them!" "On it!" Clara dived toward the shadows of the massive steel crawler-transporter, her silhouette a flickering ghost against the orange glow of the venting gases. Julian didn't wait for a reply. He sprinted toward the man who called himself the One Who Remains. The Ouroboros leader didn't flinch. He didn't even reach for a weapon. He simply stood there with the serene arrogance of a man who believed he had already won.