Jack The Clown Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I'm on my back on the floor, held by the big man and the other sick werewolves, all of them exchanging smirks with each other when Jack caresses my breasts. "Mhm, so full and nice!" Jack says and dips down his head, licking my nipple and making me scream. I don't want this! "Why are you doing this?!" My face is hot with tears, my heart threatening to pound its way out of my ribcage. I hate feeling so helpless. "What will your mate think if they find out you raped a girl?!" Jack laughs. "They will never find out." I stare up into his cruel face and shriek when he starts pulling down the hems of my pants. His hands are cold and relentless. Nails dig into my skin, sliding down closer to my neit

Outside the tent in a conversation between the worm man and one of the dwarf clowns, named Tino. "Poor boy, he has suffered so much," said the worm man. "This is so, and unfortunately, he will suffer more, when in some days, he has to appear in his own village as the freak who returned from death."

In one swift movement Trevor jumps in and pins Jack's arms behind him and starts to drag him from the pool. "Come on old man." Trevor says as he makes his way to the shallow end. "No! Don't eat me! I know I'm delectably sweet but please don't eat me!" Jack shouts as he thrashes about. "I said don't eat me!" Jack shouts again before flinging his head back and hitting Trevor in the nose causing him to let go of him. Jack makes his way back to the center of the pool again and begins to laugh maniacally. "Just you wait and see! They're gonna eat me!" Jack chants over and over.

Jack have a not so subtle cough, letting Jill know he was back in the room. "Jack!" Jill screeched. She stopped singing immediately. Her cheeks turned red. She was highly embarrassed. How long had Jack been inside the room? She turned the water off and reached for her towel. She wrapped the towel around her body and poked her head from behind the curtain. "Jack, how long have you been here?" Jill quizzed Jack. Jack smiled back at her, "Just long enough." Jill could die she was so embarrassed, "Can you give me a minute to get out and get dressed please?"

Jack asked me. " Well a few months ago Knuckles wanted me to find his movie business." I said. " Movie business? wat movie business?" Jack asked me. " It's a porn production, any ways he was interviewing people and he introduced me to some guy, that man has a python between his legs, the biggest d*k I have ever seen, I think it's safe to say that Berner might have lost his virginity." I said. " No he didn't!" Jack said. " Yes he did, I am sure that he can't even sit down let alone walk." I said.

…you can guess who it's exactly obviously Douche! "Where's Meg? Jack finally closes the door holding a massive taco in his hands 'not that I am petty or anything but Meg didn't pay for that.' He approaches me, munching it. In his eyes, there's so kind of emotion, one that I so loathed… The same kind I saw in Jeff's eyes. My eyes go straight down to his trousers and I see something budging out, 'his boner' is protruding out of his white trousers. " Why so scared Krystal... It doesn't bite!"

He leaned against the window, hand over his mouth, but the smug little smile creeping across his face gave him away. A she-wolf passed with a stroller. The pup inside squealed, waving tiny hands. Jack ducked his head, trying to hide the joy bubbling up. Fingers tapped the wheel like he was holding back a howl. My stomach twisted. He was high off the affair and the fantasy of fatherhood. Didn't even flinch at my lame excuse. But Jack might already be infected with Corrosion Sickness. I had to get tested. Now. Because I had someone to protect too.

“Why?” Jack shrugged. “Must have been a dream,” he said. “I passed out pretty early. Thought I said some weird stuff in my half-asleep state.” I thought back on Jack’s sleeping-pill-induced delirium from the night before. He had said some pretty strange things; he had mentioned werewolves on more than one occasion, referring to my mother as being one. It was weird and somewhat unsettling, his sudden obsession with werewolves. But, chalking it up to a recent movie or a book he had been absorbed in, I had decided not to worry too much about it. I had given him sleeping pills, after all.

It was late at night, Jack left his apartment to the streets of the silvermoon pack trying to make some new friends and gather some information about Alpha Gabriel biography and relationship life, everybody he met seemed not to be interested in any kind of friendship whatsoever with him, as Alpha Gabriel has warned everyone to be at high alert this cautious time, tho Jack didn't give up due to the rejections he received from the people till he met a young drunkard, whom fell on him, Jack slapped him and pushed the drunkard to the floor, and kept walking, he stopped for a minute. "I should control my temper more this drunkard can be of some kind of help to me, I tired to lift him and he was k

Jack crawled to a standing position, his clothes torn and ratty, his body bruised from the hellfire. His icy stare narrowed in on Demetria and then Jane. "There is the mutt that started all of my problems. The one that took my pendant. You think I'm scared because you're a hybrid." Jane snarled. Jack grinned. "You're going to regret the day your dad ever screwed your mother, mutt." He took a few steps, bracing his arms at the array of creatures ready to kill him, and whispered under his breath. Demetria felt the earth cracking beneath