Indigo White Clown Novels & Stories

I was really panicking at this moment. I heard footsteps coming closer to the door, the footsteps stop at my door and I start to hear the doorknob jiggle. I tried with all my might to get my arms or legs free but they were silver chains every time I struggled against them I felt my skin burn. The doorknob turned and the door started opening my breathing was frantic as I stared at the man coming in the room. he was around six foot none inches black hair piercing blue eyes and white. Not the normal white but the white as if he has never seen the sun in his life. I keep trying to back up on the bed but with my legs chained to the leg posts at the bottom of the bed it was worthless to try.

My whole body is shaking and it's impressive that I can still moved. "I'll savored every inch of your skin, beautiful" the one who's wearing an white t-shirt said and do a lip biting. My eyes widened out of shocked when I felt the cold wall behind me. I'm already cornered! "There's no way out now, woman" they said while laughing. Please someone! Help! "You can't do anything now, woman" "We'll eat you—" suddenly the man who's wearing a white t-shirt words cut. "As if you can" I smiled when I saw the clown head successfully killed the man who's wearing a white t-shirt and kick the other one causing him to fly away from the tree.

She frowned and asked, “Who are you? Why did you capture us?” Clown smiled and said, “Because I am your future husband! Oh, let me introduce myself, my name is Quincy Zoppins, my alias is Clown.”

“Listen, I just need to be me. Yes to the dress. No to heels since we are going bowling. Yes to the hair and a little natural make-up.” “Fine.” Clara, on the other hand, was stunning, all dolled up. Her long blonde hair was expertly curled, and her makeup was artistic and flawless. She was beautiful naturally, but enhanced; She looked like a movie star. “Ready?” “I’m kind of nervous.” “You look hot. Have fun tonight. You deserve it.” We were right on time. Gunnar, Deisal, and a few other MCs I recognized had already claimed two lanes and ordered a few pitchers of beer. The wolf calls began as they saw us approach. Clara curtsied while I blushed.

One time, he prank called his fat Physics teacher and insulted his body shape and repeatedly called him ‘man tits’ with another student’s phone, which he found in his locker, when the teacher took it up and made sure there was an investigation carried out, he was hoping he’d finally pin the menacing Andy but the IP address was traced to an unfortunate Billy Wilmore, who faced a two-week suspension because Andy was a gifted impressionist, which gave him the ability to mimic Billy’s high-pitched voice. ‘‘Don’t be a clown. We them boys is going to sit and pro’ly two girls too, then the remaining will sit on our laps and that will earn us a free road grinding.’’ Adamie reasoned as a smile crept

I guessed it was the king and queen when they were younger. There was something familiar about the boys, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Was it their eyes, the way they wore their hair? Perhaps it was the clothes. Precisely the same, right down to the boots - *** I dreamed of dancing clowns, their faces covered in white paint, red Styrofoam pinched on their noses. Orange curly hair bobbed on their heads. They wore white one-piece suits with various colored polka dots, and they rode a unicycle, one clown doing the pedaling while the others sat atop his shoulders.

I took a glance to see that all the rogues were dead and now my mate was eyeing me in worry as he tried to tear down the ice wall once again to help me. I closed my eyes, concentrating back on the situation at hand. My hands trembled, controlling the extent of power it was radiating. Soon that bastard's hair started glowing white, just like mine. I smirked at my plan working. My smile grew wider when a white light emerged on his chest, stretching out to take all over his body. He grew a little tense now. With every inch the white light moved to cover his body, he grew stiffer. "What... what are you doing Aurora?" He started to panic. "I can't move!" He screamed. I tilted my head, my lips tug

"Yulian Koslov is an evil fucker. He gets his hands on her, he will make sure she lives as long as possible before he lets her die. They will keep her hanging on to the last thread of her life for as many days as he can. And she took his Princess. She took the baby girl who was supposed to be the next queen after his daughter in law. I can tell you now. You will never see Iliana again. There is no point even trying to find her. You need to find the girl. Yuliens favourite instruments is a scapel and a melon baller. He's very adept at removing skin very slowly whilst his victim is still alive. The melon baller, for when he doesn't want them to see him coming." "Can you track the call?" I aske

I walk closer and see a clown play. "I am ordering all the handsome men to come forward!" the main character of the play ordered. "But your majesty?" the three men wearing evening dress answered while hesitant to the main character. "You!" he pointed to the tall man. "Spend your night with me, and the other two will be tomorrow night!" he added. And the audience laugh. The main character is wearing a combination of Baltimore and Akazia Flags. "I will spend nights with all the men in Akazia!" The main character shouted and the people laugh out loud.

He was handsome in every way June could have ever imagined and those black eyes of his, gazed at her thoughtfully and it was at this that June noticed she was still staring at the man that she looked away and pretended she was cleaning the bar her mind still wandering on the man. She felt like she had known him or she had seen him. “Mr. White! You came!” the woman, now revealed Clara exclaimed and June immediately knew where she knew him. Of course the best celebrity tycoon. Miles White. Flawless and spotless plus daringly handsome, more than the magazines had portrayed.