Twisty The Clown Without Mask Novels & Stories

Tobias "Taro Myers. Black and purple Masquerade mask. Black tux. Talk to him. He will tell you everything you need to know. Tobias I'll never stop loving you." There he was, just like she said. Black tuxedo. Black and purple masquerade mask. He was just standing there, with a glass of champagne in his hand and the other hand in his pocket. He fitted in this crowd like the missing puzzle piece, if she never told me he was here I would have never known. And now he's here, right in front of me after all these years.

“Arturo, please—” “Shut up!” His voice snapped like a whip, and she shrank back, trembling in her chair. Anger surged through me at his cruelty. I stepped between them, standing my ground. “Don’t talk to her like that. You’ve had your grip on this family for way too long.” For a moment, a flicker of something passed through his eyes, the fake amusement slipping away. I saw the man beneath—the tyrant who pulled all the strings, the shadow lurking behind every secret. But just as quickly, the mask was back.

I was no stranger to death in my life, but that didn’t mean I felt comfortable being around dead bodies at length. What was I doing here? Why was I chained to an embalming table? I jerked at my wrist restraints again with a feral snarl. The man behind the clown mask just chuckled again and pushed away from the wall where he was leaning. “Those handcuffs are made of titanium, and only I hold the key. Good luck getting out.” “What do you want with me?” I demanded. “Who are you?” There wasn’t an answer right away. I tried to make out the man’s eyes behind the mask, but the hood he wore over his head shadowed them and made it impossible to see the color. All I knew was that he was broad and musc

I could smack her if I was still the Chloe Hathway. I moved again, just needing to leave. Her hand reached for me. “Wait—” “She said let her go,” Ethan said softly, eyes still locked on me. But Clara wasn’t done. Of course she wasn’t. In one quick motion, her hand flew up— And tore off the mask right before I could stop her. “No!” I cried, reaching out too late. The mask slipped from her fingers. Fell to the floor. Silence. Clara stared. Ethan froze.

Clive looked behind him and found that a queue of people were impatiently waiting for him to move away so they could get in. "The password is "Unique", he whispered with a smile. "You don't have a mask?" they asked in unison. "I ...", he started. "Not to worry,you can take one from the table over there", they interrupted him as they waved him in and turned their attention to the next person. Clive mechanically took one mask from the table which was filled with so many different kinds of masks. He had been about to tell them that he had a mask but they had been too impatient to hear him out.

He used to say my bob haircut hurt his eyes, that I walked around all day with a blank expression and a sickly yellow face, like something not quite human. The insecurity that haunted me for years had his name written all over it. Now, looking at him again, he had slicked-back hair, a bloated face, and a protruding beer belly that even his oversized suit couldn't hide. Years had passed, but he was just as unpleasant as ever. "Fine," I said. "Anyone who'd rather not hear old stories is welcome to leave. Just tell the front desk my name, and they'll set you up with a complimentary bottle of premium red wine on me. Consider it my apology."

With crooked eyebrows a puffed up nose, red tainted cheeks and nose on another side make him look like a clown with red nose. Thinking this, I can't stop myself from giggling, and certainly this made him more angrier, with twisted expressions he tried to devour me alive with those expression he gave me. He kept starting at me with wide eyes, zooming his gaze at me he tried his usual tactics to scare me and make me dance to his tune. "What?" Stopping my giggles, lifting my face to him, I asked making an innocent girls face. "Water!" He commanded again, trying to act more authoritative he went to the rocking chair, sat on it with right leg over left, comfortably sitting over there, stared at m

Seeing Inessa again yes, maybe. Moreover, I am fucking wearing the pink tie that she chose for me. This is the first and last time I am wearing this kind of bullshit. After tonight I am going back to my black suit. Robbie, Owen, Viola, Lyra, all my friends, even my dada laughed loud when they saw me in pink.

“Sir... sir...” Faye called out softly. She noticed her voice had a slight tremble to it. She watched as the chairman slowly turned to face her, before letting out a gasp. The chairman’s face was obstructed by a clown mask, so she could not make out his features. Faye was confused. What in the world was going on? Yes, Zayn had legitimately put on a clown mask so that Faye would not be able to recognize him. She could only see his eyes. He would not have been bold enough to let her in without the mask.

The masked-guy seemed to be in charge of the situation. He inserted something into the necks of the other two men which knocked them out. I frozed. Did he just kill them? He turned to face Bones. Though, I didn't know anything about karate but I could see the 10th degree belt skills on his quick, precise movements. As they continued to fight,The masked-guy blocked every jab and kicked as high as his head,each attack and retreat performed with grace, control and perfection. He pushed Bones in a headlock and inserted something into his neck too which made the later fall motionlessly on the ground.