Clowny X Foxy Novels & Stories

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

My paws pounded against the hard concrete as I didn’t think I just jumped. One of the wolves had something small in it’s mouth, something like a pelt, no… a black fox? It was limp as he tossed it to the side and gave me a snarl. I returned by clamping my mouth over his biting with a force that ripped is nose from is face. The taste of blood, bone, saliva, all fueling me to release and clamp down on his neck tearing a chunk out and allowing him to collapse. Where is Freya? I growled to Oliver who was in the process of tearing off the leg of one wolf who thought he could be pinned.

I’m risking everything on the former. Two club members rise from chairs at a table to my right. Clutch has his perpetual unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. He’s one of the few members with shaggy hair. It’s naturally bleach blond, so Fox lets it slide. Clutch is Fox’s VP combined with Sergeant at Arms, and I may need to go through him to get to Fox. Is Fox in the mood to kill me himself? That’s the million-dollar question.

The warm, fleece blanket keeps us warm from the dewy ground. “Morning, Bunny.” More kisses along my shoulder, the back of my neck. A warm breath blowing my hair around. “Morning, Clown.” He chuckles. “Hmm, I like it. Bunny and Clown. Our own version of Bonnie and Clyde, taking on the world,” he mumbles, gently pressing his long dick between my butt cheeks. My body responds on its own, pressing back against him.

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?"

"Kina. My name is Kina. What is your name, bodyguard and comedian?" Felix pouted but still replied to her. "My name is Felix." "Have you ever worn clown dresses?" The little girl asked, hopping on one foot. Felix shook his head no, his brows furrowed in askance. "Why?" "You would look good in one. You just give me this clown energy." The little girl replied as she scrutinized Felix from head to toe. Lucian couldn't control his laughter. He nearly fell back to the ground but Felix was quick to support him with his knee.

Hunger and bloodlust had driven me crazy and I didn't mind having a piece of meat but it wasn't something that I would share, not with these rouges. My eyes were locked, so was theirs. They longed to attack the doe. I felt the intensity and the rush of the adrenaline in my vein when my hunger made me jump in the action. I swung and landed like a sly fox on the ground, without making noise, I chased them. When the proximity closed, they saw me running behind them and growled at me.

When he sat at the dining, Xavier's fox-like eyes never stopped scanning her ,as if he could see right through her plans. Clara picked a piece of steak and deliberately let it slip straight to Xavier's head and she happily clapped her hands and said " wow, this steak can fly, let me try again". She was behaving childishly. The maid helped him clean up, terrified because of the dark aura coming from him. Clara was the only one enjoying her game, ignoring the green veins popping up on his face. "Is it that fun?" he asked with double meaning. Clara stood up , carrying her food to him, she made herself comfortable on his lap , before asking "do you want to play with me?" she handed him her fork

She blurted out frowning. "No but..." I said and paused wondering. "I think it's funny." I uttered. I can't believe this that the people I even call my friends are the one making me a clown instead of advising me on what to do." Clara said aside. "Hang On miss, in case you are forgetting we are in the same class and we were given the same project as yours so who would abandon her project and start giving you advise or tutorials everyone cling to your self I am still cracking my brain here." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone giggled.

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.