Clowny X Foxy Novels & Stories

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?"

He looked at the clown and said, “Right.” He asked the clown, “What’s your real reason for invading my territory?” The clown with an unchanging expression replied, “Because I want to annihilate the first defense of all werewolves.” “Why us? Why the black wolf’s clan first?” The clown shook her index finger at him. “No. Just you.” Austin pointed at himself. “Me?” “Yes. Just you.” “Why?” “Because without you, your black wolves are useless.” “How dare you!” spouted Austin.

he growls at me. I smirk, shrugging my shoulders. “You wouldn’t.” “Oh, really? I wouldn’t?” he volleys back with his own devious smirk. I roll my eyes and sigh. I glance out the window, watching everything as we pass. Last night, this fox was getting fucked in by this wolf beside me. Tonight’s a different story. I didn’t expect to be in the car with him, trying to beat the clock. Thankfully, there’s no casualties at the end. Nobody’s harmed.

I wanted comfort, but the memory of the pain made me hesitate. “Can I hold you?” Clara asked, voice gentle as always. I nodded, and Clara wrapped her arms around me slowly, For a long moment, I just cried. Clara didn’t say anything, didn’t ask questions. She just held me. “Clara?” “Hey Foxy,” she whispered, and I broke down in her arms as she held me close. “It’s okay. You’re safe,” she assured me, gently soothing me while holding me. “It...It was…”

Jealousy could really turn people into monsters. "Mr. Harrell, I seriously don't want any beef with you. Can you please step aside?" Felix requested. Clarence answered with two quick claps. More thugs stepped out of the shadows. At the same time, another crew appeared at the other end of the alley. Felix was trapped with nowhere to run. "Felix, I actually respect your skills. But sadly, what Clarence told me made sense. When you eventually become Mr. Goff's apprentice, you'll definitely come after me for payback."

“Too sad we will never fight.” “If this creepy guy,” I swallow, “isn't scary to you, just how scary are you?” “We're all scary baby girl. I'm just crazy. Men hate crazy,” he blows out a perfect ring. Achilles unlocked the big chains holding the man, the sound of the key echoing. As he raised his head up, the clown raises his fist, sending the first punch. This fight had started. Achilles spat out blood. “You hit good,” he says, a glean taking over his features.

Felix was Phillip’s assistant and had excellent abilities. The other assistants were also quite good, but it was because of Felix’s family background that made an impression on Clayton. Roland paused. “That’s right.” Clayton’s memory was much better than Roland’s. However, at the mention of the Ferguson family, Roland instantly became vigilant. Clayton said, “Go investigate something for me...” ...... In Floyd’s ward. Floyd was hooked up to all kinds of tubes. In just one night, Floyd seemed to have lost a lot of hair, and he looked like he aged more than a decade.

Then, the final formation blocking him shattered. "B*stard!" The demon fox let out a wild roar, and it was fuming with rage. Next, its arm suddenly enlarged into the size of a thick root. "The Demon Fox's Sharp Claws!" When the last second was about to end, Xander’s fist and the demon fox’s claws slammed into each other. Bang! Boom!

Claire replied. “Hair dye? At times like this? " asked Fox. "Of course. I need a new atmosphere, right? " asked Claire with a wink. "Come on, don't make me curious. You must have a plan, right? " asked Fox. "Look at this," replied Claire while showing her laptop monitor screen. "Madame Marry Arnette Joyle?" asked Fox. "If we cover the face like this. Can't I be her?" asked Claire while covering part of the face in the woman's photo with her forefinger.

Clara leaned over and what she saw made her blood run cold. Standing in the doorway was Roxy. She was completely nude. One glance over her showed dried cum on her thigh and any wolf with a halfway decent sense of smell could tell Lucas had been all over her. "Did you get..." her voice trailed off when she saw Clara and Lucas. A huge grin formed on her face. "Hi Clara," she said. "Did you want to join Lucas and I in some fun?" "Clara it's not what it looks like." Clara backed out of Lucas' arms. He stood still while Roxy leaned against the doorframe, completely shameless.