Tramp Clown Novels & Stories

"Nothing. I just tripped on the stairs and hit the railing. Accidents happen, Chloe." She scrunched her nose up, looking at me like I was a puzzle she couldn't solve. "Tripped? You’re the most coordinated person I know. Let me see it." "It's fine," I said, my voice a little harder than I intended. "It’s just a scratch. Don't worry about it." She stared at me for a long beat. I could see the wheels turning in her head. Chloe was smart—too smart. She had a way of seeing things that other people missed. She threw her empty coffee cup into a nearby bin and crossed her arms.

He chose a rose; I opted for a distant mountain. He promised that once everything settled, he would take me back home to marry me and ensure a peaceful life together. Unfortunately, he went missing shortly after making that vow. "What's this?" Luna ripped open my long sleeve, a sly grin spreading across her face. "You little tramp! You're trying to seduce someone, and it's pretty low. Let's just take it out!" "No!" I shouted in panic, my heart racing. This was the only link I had left to Clint. It was my reason to endure each day on this desolate island.

Then the two older men looked at Mack standing there with the smirk growing on his face. Then he saw the face paint the kids did on them. He started to laugh at them. “You both are a sight to see.” Mack finally said. “I don’t know how you do this,” Gabe said with a laugh. “I mean every day.” Mack pulled out his hand and showed them his own nails, which were clear but shiny. “It is doable at any time, but there have to be limits.”

These people keep on showing their faces to me, would intentionally look for my trouble, gang up on me and beat me up, blame me for it and the owner in charge of this hell would punish only me instead. Now, I have nothing else to loose. I've lost a lot of things in my life... No! The truth is, I've lost my life completely. It's meaningless to me. I'm no longer the vibrant, cheerful and playful Chloe in the past. I'm now someone else's in form of old Chloe Montclair. "Will you shut up your dirty mouth and follow me right this minute. I'm sure, you do not wish to land in another trouble this time around?." She threatened me as she smirk.

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

Valeria stared at her reflection. For a moment, she barely recognized herself. The woman in the mirror looked confident. Sophisticated. Comfortable in luxury. The illusion lasted about three seconds. Then anxiety returned. A knock sounded at the door. The stylist smiled. "That's probably Mr. Sterling." Valeria's stomach immediately tightened. Great. Time to embarrass herself publicly. Julius was waiting at the bottom of the staircase. He looked exactly how a billionaire attending a charity gala should look. Tailored tuxedo.

Marcus is clowning around, he's making faces, doing somersaults, making noises, doing impressions, everything he can, everything he knows, everything he invents, to make the children laugh, to see them smile, to hear them shout with joy, to watch them be happy, be carefree, be alive, be everything they should be, everything they have the right to be, everything they will be, if we love them enough, if we protect them enough, if we defend them enough, if we keep them enough, if we save them enough, from everything that could hurt them, from everything that could break them, from everything that could destroy them, the way I was broken, destroyed, annihilated, by those who should have loved me

“Too sad we will never fight.” “If this creepy guy,” I swallow, “isn't scary to you, just how scary are you?” “We're all scary baby girl. I'm just crazy. Men hate crazy,” he blows out a perfect ring. Achilles unlocked the big chains holding the man, the sound of the key echoing. As he raised his head up, the clown raises his fist, sending the first punch. This fight had started. Achilles spat out blood. “You hit good,” he says, a glean taking over his features.

for the night escaped just like that? I chuckled. I'd seen men pull this trick too many times—they were just playing hard to get. Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that such a cute guy had escaped my clutches.

To make sure we could get a clear look at the patient's face, the nurse deliberately found a front-facing angle, paused the footage, and zoomed in. When I saw the man in the footage sporting the same features and hairstyle as me, my mind went completely blank. The tourists who'd come along to watch the show were having a blast. "See that? Six consultations with the proctology department! They need to test him for STDs." "You got that right. Things wouldn't have gotten this ugly if he'd just admitted that he dated multiple women before." "How do you know he didn't date them all at the same time? What a mess this is, but how exciting for us!"