Tramp Clown Novels & Stories

"Do you think i'm a clown,huh? Do you think that you can bring me here and insult me,make fun of me like this?Well i knew it was a mistake following you here..in that..in that place! I shouldn't have trusted you!Bring me back home!" He didn't seem to be surprised.He stood there as if nothing happened,as if there was a cool breeze passing by,like he didn't hear a single word i just said.He laughed.Again.Please hold me back,or else i'm going to kill him! He clapped his hands in satisfaction.Well done Hayley,your performance was amazing!You should apply for a post at the circus!You're a real Clown Hayley Dean! "You know what..i really want to punch you in the mouth..", he said.

I said and Clara giggled. "Maybe he changed for you but for me he still remains who he is but everyone like he thought being a talented guy." Clara said and shove in some large quantity of popcorn. Joan and stasha scoffed. "I'm sure even though ray is gonna like everyone, he will surely except you else he might empty his entire account catering for your feeding Mrs balut." Joan teased and stasha burst out laughing. Clara swat his palm across Joan's arm. "Aissh that's hurt..." Joan whined,

Tyler didn't even try to respond after that, so he started texting Thomas instead - but just then, someone opened up the back of the truck, and Milo prepared himself to try and negotiate his way out of this. However, instead of the strongman or the ringleader, he stood face to face with one of the clowns. A female one, with fluffy hair in an aqua shade, candy-striped thigh-high stockings in blue, and a cutesy little dress that flared around her wide hips and round ass. Her face was painted white, with exaggerated drawn-on eyebrows, glitter on her cheeks, and a nose painted red. She was a 'happy clown', rather than a sad one. She looked to be in her early 20's but it was hard to tell under al

I won’t fall right into his trap. Metal doors beep open and men, hefty men are running out towards the cage, growling like animals. That fucker wants me to fight men twice my size after he drugged me up? The men—five of them, are in the cage, all of them staring down at me as though I’m a piece of meat. One of Radimr’s men draws the gate to a close, locking it, trapping me with these animalistic men. And then Radimr’s voice rings out through the speakers one more time.

The glass of juice in Renata's hand froze midair, never reaching her lips. In the doorway, Dominic froze too. Whatever polite smile he'd prepared to greet his parents' guest vanished from his face instantly, replaced by an expression that shifted in an instant, from shock to wariness, then into something sharper and more controlled, all in under two seconds. "This is the girl I told you about," Sofia continued, completely oblivious to the smallest shift between them. "Renata, my best friend's daughter from Mexico. Renata, this is my son, Dominic." "Nice to meet you," Dominic said, his voice calm, too calm, giving nothing away of whatever might be spinning through his head. He walked over and

Shanaya was on the college campus, sitting with her other friends and laughing at the jokes they were cracking. "Laugh as much as you want because your doom is on its way coming near you" Avyaansh smirked thinking about the trap he planned for her. "You are my trump card, Shanaya" he leaned back on his chair. His voice was void of any emotions and that smirk never left his face. ********** Meanwhile at Singhania heights;

Declan's mouth watered as his eyes smiled at the food on the food cart. I don't know how the fuck he could be hungry with the whole place smelling like inside a rotting corpse. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I heard the carnival anthem playing. "Step right up! Step right up! Zombies and ghouls, banshees and golems!" A fat clown announced as his crooked lips fester into a frightening frown. We paused as he continued. "Step right up and try something new! That's right folks, we're tasting new things today." It pointed at us. I jumped to the side, making sure his nasty finger was pointing directly at Declan.

"You're imagining things. I'm not them, and I'm far from reaching their level." The tramp nodded blankly and pressed, "Where are you from?" "Where are you from?" Frank threw her question right back at her. The tramp smiled in wry amusement. "I told you—my brain was injured, and I don't remember anything." Frank nodded. "But like I said, that's a philosophical question!" The tramp smiled knowingly and took out a carpet and a chess sat from behind the statue. "Despite my situation, people these days are really kind, especially the kids. They're so worried that I can't sleep comfortably, so they brought me this carpet.

She frowned and asked, “Who are you? Why did you capture us?” Clown smiled and said, “Because I am your future husband! Oh, let me introduce myself, my name is Quincy Zoppins, my alias is Clown.”

It made me vomit so violently that my whole body trembled. Maisie put on her innocent act as she said, “Clara, are you paranoid? I’m just a pregnant woman. How could I possibly do anything to you? You’re just jealous that I’m carrying the baby and getting Alex’s attention. Is this your pity play?” Then, she lowered her voice like she was giving me an ultimatum. “Tell you what. If you admit you’re faking it, I’ll stop eating.” She ordered even greasier, spicier food. My stomach convulsed until I was crying in pain.