Spikey Killer Klown Novels & Stories

But here, in the quiet solitude of the bathroom, I could finally let out a shaky breath. My head was pounding and the door opened. "Occupied." I screamed "By who?" That wasn't a girl's voice or Marco, it was the strange man. The alcohol has not fully taken over me and my snapped to the door immediately. "Hello Killer" he smiled exposing his dirty teeth at my direction. So I was right, I did know who he was. That's when my head booted and I remembered that voice from Rarf club. He was one of Rarf's guard who had fun with little girls, suffocating them if they dont do as he says.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

Khalil and his childhood friend, Ayo were almost done breaking down the last brick of cocaine for the day when there was a knock at the door. “Yo! Reduce the volume.” Big Trey instructed. Khalil immediately went to the boom box speaker, and turned the control dial in an anti-clockwise direction. There was a knock again. Much louder this time. “Go see who’s there.” Big Trey said to Khalil who immediately went to the door, and peeped through the hole before he opened it and went outside, the door behind him.

"That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls. "A few grams is enough to keep a bull in heat for three days. Your son seems to have drunk a lot… I'm afraid the effects might be a little strong." Susan was stunned. Her hands shook violently as she gripped the phone, her face as white as paper. "You… You did this on purpose, didn't you? You set us up!" I sneered, my voice suddenly icy. "I set you up? Ms. Miller, that wine was locked in my cabinet. I left the key on top of the shoe cabinet. I never offered either of you a drink, and I certainly didn't tell you to steal it.

He was pushed onto the bed in the quite small room and he looked up to Suzy who looked back at him with a devious smile on her pretty face, she then took her top of and was left in lacy bra that looked like something one can see in a Victoria’s secret show. “You know you dont have to be so scared of me, I wont bite you......well I will if you’re into the kinky stuff” she looked down towards his trousers but didn’t see any movement which made her know she had to do more to get him in the mood. “Well I-I-I c-c-can do what you mean I mean I’m not into what you mean" he was so nervous that he spoke a lot of meaningless sentences as no one had backed him into this much of a corner, he totally fo

He took the oath before sitting. Dylan walked closer. "State your name." "Viktor Schneider." "Your occupation?" "I own The Velvet Room." "Were you acquainted with Marcus Kuntz?" "Yes." "In what capacity?" "He was one of our regular clients." "Were you working on the evening of his death?" "Yes." "Did Dr. Karma Kuntz visit your establishment that evening?" "She did." "What did she do there?" "She met with one of the dancers." "Who?" "I don't know her real name, but she goes by Mia."