Killer Scary Clown Novels & Stories

Sharon said. " Were those toys Lycans?" Clara asked removing her hairs from her face. The girls were shocked. " Did you just called them toy, they're really dangerous." Elsa said as they headed for the bikes. "Dangerous? The red trigger will use five seconds to kill just five of them." Clara said. The girls paused in shock. "You know the red trigger?" They all asked. "Yeah. He's the Clancy am talking about." Clara said. "Isn't red Trigger an assassin" Elsa asked with eyes opened.

Each passing moment felt agonizingly slow, every sound outside heightening my anticipation. "You're such a clown," Hunter mocked from within my mind, his tone amused yet observant as we both awaited Vanessa’s arrival. "Describe a clown," I retorted, keeping my eyes fixed on the door where I knew Vanessa would soon walk through. "A comic entertainer, usually in a circus, wearing exaggerated makeup and a traditional costume," Hunter replied with a hint of sarcasm. "Am I wearing makeup or a costume?" I asked, entertaining his nonsense mainly to distract myself from the waiting. I knew she wouldn't be late—it was just ten minutes to nine.

I didn't bother to ask what they've Gisted about, I just flow along with the line. I Brightened up my face an turn to Clara, everyone I was already looking at her, "I naturally likes a guy who is body built and for his behavior, he should have a good sense of humor and approachable instead of craving to know too much about me, it makes me squirm." Clara said, we all giggled,

I find clowns creepy, too, but I decide to ignore my feelings about them for now. I browse through the selection until I find the perfect one. It is a life-size poster of a scary clown holding balloons. "That's it. That's the one going home with us," I announce. Sophia shakes her head. "Oh, Vincent is not going to like this." "That's the point," I say, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "This is perfect for Mr. Grumpy." The thought of Vincent's reaction brings a smile to my face. ~-~ "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DOING HERE!?"

David Halpern felt a chill down his spine — wondering if Kiran would kill him. "I'm going to cripple your Lions Club!" Kiran said, looking at Clive Kregar with a calm demeanor.

I've known for a long time that Kleinder was a gang member, but only now was it finally sinking in just what he might truly be capable of. The moment he found out why I was really here, I had no idea what kind of torture he'd put me through before killing me. "Goddamn it..." I cursed as I stood up and hid the handkerchief inside my cabinet. "I just hope I don't die before I finish what I came here to do." I just needed to be careful. Actually, scratch that. I needed to be extremely careful. Because people like Kleinder, the ones who looked calm and harmless? They were the scariest once they got angry.

It clipped my forearm, the lid bursting open to scatter gold chains, rings, and trinkets across the dark Persian carpet. "You kidnapped me, you locked me in a fucking cell for days, you locked me in this stupid estate, and you expect me to sit across from you every night and pretend that this prison some sort of safe haven?!! YOU ARE A SICK BASTARD!” "I am keeping you alive!" I roared back, my voice completely shaking. “Then kill me!!! That was the deal right? I either be your human doll or you kill me? Then fucking kill me!!!” My head was starting to spin.

She wore a name-tag that said 'Tee-Hee'. "Listen.." Milo began. "I'm really sorry about your popcorn machine, okay? But it wasn't me who did it. It was my asshole friend. I wouldn't damage your property like that." The clown tilted her head. "Well, someone's gotta pay for it.." she said in a voice that had a subtle Southern twang. "And you ruined our performance." Milo stared at her. "What..? No, that wasn't me either." The clown called Tee-Hee looked at him with a confused expression. "I thought I heard someone screaming out about clown pussy?"

“She invited us all to a Halloween theme park. You know, one of those nighttime amusement parks with the creepy haunted rides, jump scares, mazes, full-on scary season.” Melinda raised her brows, amused. “That actually sounds like hell.” Chloe sat up, eyes sparkling despite herself. “Are you kidding? That sounds like so much fun. We’re definitely going!” Zoe clapped like a kid on Christmas morning. “Yes! I knew you’d say that. Costumes, snacks, haunted rollercoasters, it’s going to be epic.” Melinda sighed, feigning defeat but already smiling. “Fine. But if a clown touches me, I’m setting him on fire.”

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