Isagi Clown Novels & Stories

Jorge said, rolling his eyes. “Really?” Clara raised an eyebrow. “Well, I guess I’ll have to teach her a lesson then. I met another pretty annoying kid yesterday at the store. Oh my, she makes me sick just thinking about it... ewww,” she said, scrunching up her nose in exaggerated disgust. Her friends laughed, clearly entertained by her boldness. “Here comes trouble,” Jorge muttered under his breath as he tilted his chin toward the hallway. Clara and the other boy turned just in time to see Isabella walking in shoulders back, head high, her ponytail swinging with each step like she owned the place…

It was a dead giveaway: I was having a good day. Or so I thought. When I reached the bistro, I caught sight of Isagani sitting by the deck. The soft breeze ruffled the ends of his khaki linen polo, which was casually unbuttoned at the top to reveal a baby blue inner shirt. He paired it with dark brown cargo pants. Laid-back, effortless—definitely his style. Then my eyes drifted to the person he was speaking to. My stomach dropped. Seated across from him, in sharp contrast to Isagani’s casual vibe, was Mr. Drunk Bag Stealer himself.

A laughter erupted from her throat. Agatha thought it was rather strange for this woman to be talking like this. Even if this woman was bisexual, she was not into it. She was straight. She already got her own lover. She’s not interested. The clown lifted her fingertips to her face and said, “I can see where I will be cutting you up. The slicing will be done to perfection. Nothing will be amiss.” Agatha’s stomach started to churn from this clown’s words. The clown put one of her fingertips to her lips and jumped with excitement. “Oh, oh, how prefect your face will look on me.”

He kisses her upper thigh and moves his fingers over her clit. "Let's find your g-spot" and draws a circle on her clit with his thumb. He continues to draw circles making Daisy a moaning mess. She was digging her nails into his shoulders and gasping out loud when he enters two fingers inside her. Her knees were going weak, making her unable to stand anymore. But Magnus was determined to find what he was searching. He stops circling his thumb on her clit and pushes his wet soaking thumb up her ass making her scream and moan Magnus's name.

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.”

“Shall I now teach you about being an evaluator?” I considered refusing but nodded anyway. “You’re good.” He smiled smugly. “I know.” I pressed down a smile before it could fully form and looked back at the arena. Isagi was an arrogant bastard, just like Xlynor. They shared quite a few traits, but Isagi was… mannered and nicer. Not as much of an asshole, but still a problem. Definitely a problem.

I said and Clara giggled. "Maybe he changed for you but for me he still remains who he is but everyone like he thought being a talented guy." Clara said and shove in some large quantity of popcorn. Joan and stasha scoffed. "I'm sure even though ray is gonna like everyone, he will surely except you else he might empty his entire account catering for your feeding Mrs balut." Joan teased and stasha burst out laughing. Clara swat his palm across Joan's arm. "Aissh that's hurt..." Joan whined,

“What?” She lifted one of the bags and shook it in front of me like a prize. “My guy spoiled me! Clothes, jewelry, even a pair of heels. He said I deserved it.” I swallowed, my throat dry. “Wow. That’s… generous. You must really mean a lot to him.” Clara grinned like a cat. “Oh, I do. He’s dead for me, Isa. Absolutely dead.” I forced a smile, though unease coiled in my chest. “So, who is this mystery man? You’ve never even told me his name. Can I at least see a picture?”

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.”