Novel & Cerita Crybaby Clown

Armaan's POV, I was recording my song in the studio, closing my eyes totally lost in my music. I sang my verse and waited listening to the music waiting for the cue to start the next verse. As I looked outside, my eyes stopped at the fan girl. My smile turned into terror. 'Why is she smiling like that?! Her eyes are wide and glued on me. She's grinning, showing all teeth. Do girls even smile like that?! Wait..... Is she even breathing? Why is she soo creepy?'

“Don’t worry about how well you carve the lines. Consider it an exchange of pack knowledge.” “Chloe Hurst!” Noah roared, his throat vibrating with a suppressed warning rumble. He could see through her cruel game, knowing she was trying to drag me to the middle of the pavilion to turn me into a laughingstock for the entire regional territory.

’’ Adamie showed the rest of the boys his phone’s screen, and to their amusement, the contact was saved as ‘Zara’ with a peach fruit emoji next to it. ‘‘Ooouuu!’’ Andy exclaimed before bursting into laughter and the others followed. ‘‘That girl’s ass is deffs not natural- too freaking big and bubbly!’’ He added amusingly. ‘‘Shhh, I’m picking.’’ He put it on speaker. ‘‘Hey, babe.’’ Adamie cleared his throat. ‘‘Mwah!’’ She made a fake kissing sound, which Adamie reciprocated, causing Andy and Toby to look at each other and giggle.

I see them laugh over something and not surprisingly though, but their teeth are as yellow as they've ever been. I know how much Logan pays them for weed. The least these f*ckers can do is get a dental appointment. Their breath must be stinking as always too. No wonder why Logan makes me do all of his dirty work. Especially this fourth one. The soberest man out of those four, Adam, is the first to notice me. He alerts his partners and they give up drinking. Except for Clay. Clay, or Cranky Clay as I like to refer him, is that boy whom Charlie saw me beating once. He's in his early twenties judging by his absurd behavior and nonsensical attitude and shitty body build.

“Sir, please let me go! I beg you to give me a chance to be even better. Please don't put me in jail! I was forced to commit this crime because I had great difficulty finding work.” The clown begged to be let go with cries of fear. “What? Take you to jail? Who will take you to jail? I wouldn't do that to you.” The Clown immediately fell silent when he heard that Alex would not take him to prison. Not long after that, Alex took off the clown mask so he could see the clown's real face. It can be seen that the clown is a boy who is five years younger than Alex. “Oh, my God! Turns out you are a boy. How can you possibly do this? How can you attack everyone who comes here and kill them?”

I growled, feeling my climax building. As I started pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her freshly deflowered cunt, my phone buzzed. A video from Clara: sitting in her office, fingers buried in her pussy, squirting hard with the caption, “I want to see her little creampie.”

Then she grinned at him, got what her girls called the morning twinkle in her eyes and asked, “Have yeh thought about wearing a kilt? Make it easier for that man of yers to feck the hell out of yeh.” That was all that the club needed. Trevor’s little man running around in a kilt. The man was a freak who liked spontaneous sex in random places. Knuckles had walked into way too many rooms where they were going at it. Of course, Clay himself was a complete contradiction. Flaming gay man. Had been a sniper with the Navy SEALS. Was now an interior designer. Had no problem doing an occasional job for Werewolf. Not design related. “What are yeh thinking about that has yeh making such a face?” Nessie

But there was a drunken sleaze, that was groping my leg. Fuck! This is not happening! "Jeremy!!!! Jemmy!!!!" I was calling his name, crying. Then I saw him got hit on the head by some dude and drop to the booth holding on his head. The bar brawl was still going on and the crowd was getting larger, I was crying and finally crawling my way to the bathroom. The sleaze caught up to me and grab my waist. He was big, and he was drunk.

Evelyn couldn't help but drool over him she kept staring at him when he opened his eyes and caught her drooling, smiling at her he said, "Hey stop drooling will you? Its all yours, you know. Its not running away from you anytime soon" She blushed hearing this and immediately snapped out of it and kicked him "Ouch that hurts, babe" Eric said pretending to be in pain "Stop being cheesy and get up, let's go jogging and thanks for this beautiful outfit" she said smiling

The next night the girls and I went to a club called Vault. It's a nice place to dance and smoke hookah, but it is too damn small. From outside of the club it looks dark with flashing lights; the only way you'll know it's a club is by the music blasting through the walls. They play all the latest hits, some reggaeton but mostly hip-hop.