Tramp Clown Novels & Stories

Of course, the women around him only smelled money on his body, ignoring his uncertain appearance and the luck that would soon run out, thought Marco, who was now walking closer, then tossing the bag that Pedro had previously carried. "I think you should be done having fun by now," said Marco, causing the man to only intensify his laughter filling the room. "Come on, you can sit down first, and ladies, please attend to our young master. He's too confident to overthrow me. He dreams of taking over this casino and the nightclubs that almost dominate Chicago," said the man, who was now only wearing a robe, showing off his hairy chest being caressed by the slender fingers of blond women on his r

Her cheeks burned badly from the strong slap. "I'm really going to f**k you until I get my satisfaction. It's been so long since I f****d someone. I never had the guts to f**k my girlfriend, she's too good enough to torture..." The man mumbled with an evil grin. He began to caught Hannah's waist and thrusted his steely hard m*****d. He plunged on her hard and rough.

Chris looked at the girl standing in front of him with heavy makeup, looking at her face, he felt like she was worse than a clown. "Why did you set me up by making a fake video of me with another girl?" Clara was stunned but managed to keep her expression calm, she wanted this job so she definitely couldn't accept such a direct accusation, at the moment, he probably doesn't even have any proof, he is only suspicious. it would be foolish of me to just accept my offense like that. Clara shook her head in confusion "Sir, I am sorry but I don't know what you are talking about. Besides, I don't have the audacity to play such games with you sir. I have nothing against you, why would I do such a

The clown sang like he was taunting a child with a lollipop. My foot hit a step, the impact reverberating through my shoe and pinching my toes painfully. I winced but forced myself to continue walking. Dean was still watching me from downstairs. “You are a fucking coward, and you don’t scare me.” I whispered harshly into my phone, certain this was the blackmailer. They let out that clownish laugh again. “Meet me at Quiver’s garage, or I’ll call your biker and tell him exactly why you cannot marry him.” the clown laughed again. “I hope you like my gift.”

"Aren't you cute, you little chimp? You are, aren't you? Such a cute little chimpanzee. Give the little monkey some quarters, Harold." The two of them set up at a fair celebrating carnivals, disguised as an organ grinder and his capuchin monkey. The fact that Liam actually was a capuchin monkey stuck him in the humiliating role of money collector. Everyone's focus was on him, which left Colton free to scout out the reason they were there. What are you complaining about? Colton asked. At least you're not in this ridiculous costume. I look like a fat guy wearing a giant red tent.

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.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

"Which is weird as hell because your apartment is so clean you could eat off the floor." He shifts in the seat, and I wonder if I've hit on something with my words. I don't push because I've learned most people close up when they're backed into a corner. Instead, I keep cleaning. Eventually, maybe ten, or maybe it's fifteen minutes later, Trick speaks. "Five years ago, I went to jail. And the reason you can eat off my floor is because how clean things had to be there." His voice is soft, there's possibly embarrassment there as he ducks his head, running a hand through his hair.

Aiden was in a different league. "I am perfectly fine, those two bouncers who you have kept for me. They are pansies! They get scared over nothing," said the old man, in an amused voice. "They were just doing their duty, grandpa," said Aiden laughingly. He continued chatting with his grandfather while I looked around, not feeling very useful. The nurse returned pushing a trolley with a new set of medicines. I asked which one was to be given, and I held out a thimble of capsule and water to old Reiner, saying in a clear voice.

Chris Jnr’s lips curled slyly, “Even idiots.” Adrian snorted “Especially idiots.” This little devil was too much to his liking. Neil coughed to hide his laugh. “The madman’s too stupid to figure out why he is nothing more than a clown.” Chris Jnr continued, his tone and expression serious, “If we don’t spell it out for him, he will keep showing up like an unpaid actor in a play no one invited him to.” “Hymph!” Little treasure hmphed. The protest was immediate, louder this time.