Crybaby Clown Novels & Stories

“You have a friend like Kayla. And you know her. Probably better than I do. Yet, you can't hide what you are. Good job, though. You saved your friend where I'm absent.” The clown smiled from ear to ear. “What’re friends for?” Then the clown’s eyes were perusing through him. “You’re shivering.” He sniffed in. “You smell like medications. And I think I smell your illness. What happened to your beast? How dead is it?”

Suddenly, they both heard the voice of a crying little boy, causing her to release the hug and witness her brother's tears as he saw her in this state. Without hesitation, she swiftly knelt in front of him, gently cradling his cheek while trying to regain her composure and assure him, "My baby, why are you crying? Look, your angel is perfectly fine." Hearing her comforting words, the young boy shook his head and, between hiccups, expressed, "No, the bad uncle is hurting my angel." His statement intensified his cries, causing her to panic at his increasing distress. Trying to soothe him, she instinctively embraced him tightly, tenderly patting his back and attempting to calm him by saying, "B

"Cleo what are you keeping from me ?" © #KCMmuoe

CHAPTER THIRTY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tremont pushed the bowl of cereal, Ryan who usually possessed a huge appetite only ate a few bites. Ryan's features were dull, it had taken quite some time and efforts from Tremont to stop him from crying. John knew that Tremont was unhappy, so he was cautious about his next words. "Poor child looks so sad, maybe you can allow him to see her, at least to feed him? " The statement was barely out of his mouth when Tremont threw him an icy look.

Craig stopped at the one from the school girl shoot on her knees looking up. Only her eyes were covered in this one as she pouted. The caption read, "Please, baby boy? Please let mommy suck your cock? I'll be the best you ever had, promise!"

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

"Alex…" "Yea, that’s right, baby. Moan my name." He urges as he cups my face with his other hand while his finger moves inside me. He adds his middle finger while he plays with my clit with his thumb and I cry as I throw my head to the back, my eyes rolling. I grip his shoulder to not fall and Alex keeps muttering dirty hot words to my ear as he rides me out and it isn’t long before I reach my high and relief washes over me.

Like he was singing for his woman. Clara Hughs was leaning against the bar counter holding a serving tray close to her chest. She wore a sexy black bunny costume, with a white bunny tail at her waist, thigh-level black leg warmer with long white bunny ears on her head. Her waist-level long wavy brunette hair was tied in a ponytail. She had no makeup on but an application of lip gloss on her pink lips. At 19 years, her beauty was breathtaking.

But again not to worry, I always go to my best friend’s house Missy Clown to complain about my terrible job. Missy and I have been friends since we were four. I met her in kindergarten. She was the only person I trust outside of home. Her parents call her bare, our class mates used to call her miss clown, but I call her MC. I am not really comfortable with the whole clown thing so I have never called her with her full name. She, just like my mother, supported me to follow my dream, but I didn’t. MC has a younger brother who she claims she hates but I assure you she loves him more than life its self. His name is Noah Clown. He is a bit of trouble maker but is big in heart. Their parents got d

"I guess, if it'll help for soccer." One of the guys did a celebratory fist pump, "Our first girl! We're becoming an actual club." I laughed lightly, going around and checking out all the equipment. "Y'all have a rock climbing wall down here?! Oh my god, can we do this right now? Someone race me!" One of the guys, Derek, was up for the challenge, and we starting putting on the gear. Connor ended up supporting me with the rope, and Elijah (another one of the boys) supported Derek. The last boy, Kevin, counted us down and chose to be the judge.