Psychopath Clown Novels & Stories

“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 freeze as I stare at the abomination in front of me. The man in front of me is staring at me, grinning ear to ear. White paint smears his entire face, black circles around his eyes, and his grin is made stretched and exaggerated by blood-red paint. The person or the creature, whoever is in front of me, is nothing short of a nightmare. Why...the...fuck...do I have a clown in my office!? He bounces toward me, the smile never leaving his face, then he leans down my desk to loom over me. "Hello! I'm Bubbles!"

He was feeling angry because he always wants the spotlight for himself and now there is some girl almost same age as him who may pose a threat to the spotlight he wants Stoic in this manner thinks like a psychopath who wants to be known and given credits. "How old are you?" Clara whispered into Stoic's ear. He squeezed his face as he put his book on the table. "I'm 5" he answered. "Wow, well.... I'm 5 too! When is your birthday?" "13th of may!" He responded the moment the question popped in. "Well, then I'm the youngest in this class! My birthday is August 1st" Clara replied with an excited tone, she giggled and faced her front.

His tiny, smooth clit was locked away in a shiny metal cage, the keyhole winking mockingly at the men who surrounded him. This was his third session with Jamal’s group, and Clay’s mind was still reeling from the revelations of the previous two encounters. He had thought it was just a hot porno setup, a young twink servicing older black men who needed a tight hole to breed. But Jamal had other plans. He wanted to train Clay as a permanently locked faggot, a pet for the group to use whenever they needed to relieve their urges.

Mark suddenly pulled the thick dildo almost all the way out, leaving just the fat head stretching my entrance, before slamming it back in even harder. "Such a greedy fucking hole," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Now let’s make that swollen little clit suffer too." He clicked the bullet vibrator on, and the high-pitched buzzing filled the room. He pressed the furiously vibrating toy firmly right against my swollen clit. "There we go," Mark taunted as my whole body jerked violently. "Feel that? I want you shaking and dripping like the pathetic little slut you are. Your mother would die if she saw how fast you’re falling apart for your stepdad’s toys."

She blurted out frowning. "No but..." I said and paused wondering. "I think it's funny." I uttered. I can't believe this that the people I even call my friends are the one making me a clown instead of advising me on what to do." Clara said aside. "Hang On miss, in case you are forgetting we are in the same class and we were given the same project as yours so who would abandon her project and start giving you advise or tutorials everyone cling to your self I am still cracking my brain here." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone giggled.

"Charlie Clayton's house; one of them even lost his boy-lover yesterday. A bullet fired from Charlie's gun killed him." "Did you say Charlie Clayton's house?" JP walked towards them, voice dripping with venom at the mention of the man. "Yes, do you know him?" Sage pulled away from Beach and stood facing JP. "Know Him?" He spat. "More like he's a curse to Outcasts. That man is a psychopathic murderer and he's supposed to be an Elite!" This new revelation shocked both Elites and once again they are discovering more lies about the people they once knew. "Are you say--" Beach couldn't get his thoughts out correctly.

He wanted to witness her humiliation, her disgrace, her agony! "Clown, clown, come on, give us a smile." Seated nonchalantly on a black studded sofa was a young man, dressed in a black and white striped T-shirt and tight jeans, with a silver chain around his neck, exuding a strong hip-hop vibe. This young man, about twenty, had dyed sandy-colored hair, exuding a youthful recklessness.

“Now, what can this mere slave be in service with the lord and clown?” He sarcastically utter, playing insults to JK, yet JK will never as he never did take the silly game it deems about his silly tricks. Smirking as he wanted to end this misery, the fact that the clown he claims JK is holding the only person he ever cares so much in the neck is what keeping him inbound to its will as he needs to do its bidding to have ‘her’. “Well, well, well.”

But he always blamed his father and Frederick for everything that happened to him. He believed that if Frederick hasn't come to the picture after he was given birth to his father would have no choice but to shower him all his love and he will be the rightful owner of his properties but everything scrambled because Frederick was born. Many years later he came out from the military school. At first, he started acting normal and okay not until one day when he beat up a girl that came to visit him. Handy derived joy in causing innocent people pains and gradually he become a lonely man and a psychopath whose innocent people pains brings joy to him and thier cries was like sweet music to his ear.