Twisty The Clown Without Mask Novels & Stories

“Later, you’re treating me to turon. I’ve been craving it since yesterday.” “Turon? Banana dipped in melted brown sugar?” Ainara asked, and Marge nodded. “Fine. I don’t eat that. I hope they have carioca too.” It's a glutinous flour rolled in melted brown sugar. “We’ll find some.” She took another sip of her drink. “By the way, how’s that grumpy boss of yours? Isn’t he supposed to be good-looking? I just don’t get why he’s so grumpy when he should be happy with his love life.”

she bravely asked, forming her hands into fist, ready to punch whoever tried to scare her. "Don't be scared little one. I'll help you find your way back home." the voice spoke again and it came from her left side. She tilted her head and saw a man with black cloak standing there. She looks like death! Erin screams inside her head. "W-Who are you?" The unknown man removed the cloak hiding his face and Erin saw a good looking man. He had brownish hair, sharp but mesmerizing eyes, pointed nose and objectively speaking— this guy had sexy lips.

“To show how strong I am.” “Strong?” “Yes. A figure-of-eight knot—the hardest to undo.” Slowly, he bent his head over, down to my ear. “There’s no knot too hard for me. Just by kissing their tattoos, girls loosen up.” I interrupted him immediately. “How can you be sure everyone likes you?” “Small details,” he replied. “Such as?” I asked. “You haven’t asked me to let go of you.” I scoffed, pushing him hard. “Obviously, I want you to go!”

He didn't say a word but an expression flashed on his face, one that looked like anger, but just as quickly as it flashed, it disappeared. I gave him a nod, and rushed down the stairs. The minute I got to the club, I changed up quickly, slipped on my mask, and headed for the stage, as I was already behind schedule. As usual, I let my body flow with the rhythm of the music, erupting too many groans from the men around, I noticed Blake's eyes fixed on me, and had to force myself to keep smiling. I packed the cash that had been thrown on me, and got down the stage, as soon as the music ended.

The second stood quietly beside him with both hands behind his back. The third sat comfortably on a chair, saying nothing at all, yet somehow making it obvious he was the one everyone else answered to. Clara looked directly at the man wearing the mask. "I know that isn't my father's face." Her voice remained steady despite the pain pounding through her head. "Take it off. I want to see the face of the coward hiding behind someone else's." The masked man laughed. "I should be saying the same thing to you." He folded his arms. "Too bad you'll never get your real face back."

said the thief with the black mask . " Let go of you ? Are you kidding me ? Ha ha ha ha ! I will let go of you , don't worry.........but...........after I have taught you how to be a good boy and get rid of your sick idea of stealing . If you wanna be rich then get your ass to a business or technology class . " said Claire and twisted his arm . She did it so lightly as if it wasn't hard at all . The thief with the black mask felt so much pain that he yelled loudly , his eyes became red as they were filled with tears and he ended up fainting .

the guard said and smiled at them. "Thank you," she said. Sandara wrapped his hand on Clench's arm before they entered the party. "Let's go," she said and Clench is still curious about the party. He has no idea at all, he just followed Mr. Vandith. ********* While the party is ongoing, Clench just stood up in the corner and drinks some wine, watching the crowds. "They had all unique masks," he whispered. "May I have your attention please," Said the man who stood upon the stage, holding a mike. And the crowd paused and face at him at once.

It'll be utterly shameful if anyone sees me in this condition. The sound of applause began echoing as I hurried to clean up the mess I made in the cubicle and tried to fix my composure, fearing anyone might come at any moment. When I finally stepped out of the restroom, I accidentally bumped into a tall, familiar-looking man. A twisted expression appeared on his face with his piercing cold gaze while his thick brows furrowing. "Ugh!" "Sorry!" I exclaimed as I ran away urgently, tears streaming down my face due to the stinging pain in my chest as my cold hands trembled.

As Akira, I always try to maintain a cool demeanor and keep my facial expressions in check. When we arrived at the double doors leading to the event, I had myself under control. Although Eclipse was using his arms to assist Silica and me, he pushed the doors open, which were then opened by two guards standing inside. The party was in full swing as we stepped into the large room. No one was wearing a mask other than me. The first one I spotted in the room was Zydan. I expected he would have worn a mask until I remembered there was no need. With his identity as Alpha now exposed, it no longer mattered if he wore a mask.

she says as she leads them to the masks area, filled with all types of masks, the guy in the blue suit also gets in the room and starts looking at the masks and in no time, he picks a black masks, it was shaped like a cat face. "Weird guy!" Tyler says as he gets back to the masks, he picks and tries almost every single one of them. "I think i like this" he says as he tries an ugly looking mask. "That looks so scary, I'll take this clara" Jennifer picks a red masks to match her dress, it covered her entire head and this would even be of more advantage to her since no one will be able to recognize her at all. They head to the counter and Clara pays for everything, they all walk out and stand o