Tramp Clown Novels & Stories

He was such a joy to talk with. “Geodie, how about you? How’s it going with Travis? Any progress? Is he still your crush?” His thick eyebrows jerked as he made a big grin. Nothing ever changed. He was still the clown I always knew. Loose, unironed uniform. Big shoes. Untucked inner shirt. He was still the same old Clarens that didn’t give a fuck about how he looked.

"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.”

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.

"He's what?" Triston was thinking of telling a lie, but he was out of ideas due to his nervousness. Suddenly he received another punch at the same spot and felt like he had been hit by a truck. The guy who punched him was a huge guy who looked like he was some sort of a bodybuilder, and he didn't go easy on his punches. Even his friends were the same, enormous and bulky, exactly like him. " I won't repeat it again. For the last time, how the f**k are you related to Malcolm Cliff?"

They both walked to the center of the dance floor and danced to a slow song. When they finished, the DJ changed the song into a fast one. Everyone started crowding the dance floor. Dalon jumped from his seat, took my hand and pulled me towards the dancefloor. We both started dancing real fast and laughing at the same time.. I of course didn’t pay attention to my footing and tripped on my dress. “Shit!” I close my eyes, ready for an impact when I was stopped by hands wrapped around my waist. “I guess Ms. Clumsy is still there with us” he grins sheepishly.. “Oh yeah.. she’ll be here forever.”

he warned me and I scowled. I ignored Clark's warning because it was mundane if I did not seize this golden opportunity. That was the purpose of me being a clown. Besides, it would be fun seeing Clark's reaction when I would do something extraordinary. But, I didn't know what extraordinary I had to do. So, I finally decided on doing a somersault as the entry act and cartwheel as the exit act which was lame as compared to what I earlier thought- riding on a lion.

Chloe Montclair "Mr. Domanco, if you offer me all the money in your account, I won't still do this job of yours. I'm not interested. Kindly find someone else who fits in, I do not fit in for this job... Now, I will take my leave." I said but his wicked laugh got me. Is something wrong with him? Why is he laughing in such a manner? "What kind of a person are you? Do you know, how many girls are dying and would be happy to pretend to be my girlfriend? And, I'm paying you a damn $2,000 million but yet, you rejected me?." He asked in a disbelief tone.

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.