Twisty The Clown Without Mask Novels & Stories

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

She blurted out frowning. "No but..." I said and paused wondering. "I think it's funny." I uttered. I can't believe this that the people I even call my friends are the one making me a clown instead of advising me on what to do." Clara said aside. "Hang On miss, in case you are forgetting we are in the same class and we were given the same project as yours so who would abandon her project and start giving you advise or tutorials everyone cling to your self I am still cracking my brain here." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone giggled.

Meanwhile, Alex grasped the dagger and broke the blade into two pieces with a sudden fierce force. “What? How could you be so strong? Who the hell are you? Among the subordinates under Sky Melvis, is there even someone like you?” Clown was shocked. The insane defense was even more powerful than Steel Tower’s back then. Alex exclaimed, “You are Clown indeed! You can’t escape!” Clown quickly abandoned his dagger and retreated at lightning speed. At the same time, he let out a roar using his mental power to forcefully wake up his subordinates, interfering with Zendaya’s singing. He shouted, “Fire, fire your weapons! Kill this damn b*stard!”

This gets their respect for her for a little bit. Their attention was taken by the joyous laugh above. It was the masked-guy with his assistant standing in the terrace while looking down at them. “You look in pain, Crimson Blade,” he smirked. Zitrey straightaway looked at him. “I can’t feel the pain. I only felt ticklish.” The masked-guy slapped his forehead and laugh once again, like a madman. When he stopped, still hand in the face he staidly looked down at Zitrey, and ordered, “Break. Her. Leg.”

Personally I found it alarming how willing some teachers were to scare the shit out of their students but to each their own. "No! You've got to be joking! Angels!? In what world are those two heavenly?" I snorted as I looked at her, flicking more paint from my brush. "That's just what I heard! I guess Mike is dressing up like a cowboy and Ben is a devil." She popped open the last few lanterns we had and began grabbing the dried ones to tie the strings to them. "Oh and Kevin is going as a secret agent apparently?" "What's Angela going as?" "She made comments about maybe Louis Lane, but there was also a possibility of supergirl." Gi shrugged and helped me sort the lanterns into the area they w

Clem screams, “OVER HERE!” I wrap the strap of the bag around my hand a few times, just in case the clown here makes a grab for it. For the first time, the smile falls from his face and he seems to twitch, his lip curling up in a sneer as his eyes grow black. Then he looks to the right of him to see a body barreling toward him. He winks at me as he turns and sprints off through the trees. Maverick stops chasing the guy, looking down at me and Clem, his face a stone wall void of all emotion as he seems to look us over for injury.

The person in front of her probably wasn’t the real Britney Thomas! She first called her to River Fane and did an act with the clown mask. And that strange scent made her unable to think and lose her strength. That scent probably had some properties that could make her go numb, and it had to be quite strong too. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have made her immediately lose her strength and ability to think clearly. She didn’t push her. She simply wanted to remove her mask. Since she couldn’t stop her body from weakening, she had to at least remove her mask.

I quickly slipped into the clown's costume which was a whacky, rainbow coloured outfit with frills at the end of the sleeves and pants. The makeup artist coloured my face with white paint and a bright, red ball was fixed on my nose. He pulled my hair into a right bun, setting it neatly with hairspray. My skin felt chalky, my head hurt for the tightness of the bun and the ridiculous clothes were itchy. Still, I felt like I was on top of the world.

I replied being calm knowing that if I laugh now, he’ll be so mad. “That’s still cute, you… if you want to go outside this room, wear a cap, goggles and mask. Don’t le anyone look at you” he said being serious and I couldn’t blame myself for not holding my laugh. He was just too fun and cute making it impossible for me stay put. “Ha-ha…” “Sarah!!” “What?”