Twisty The Clown Without Mask Novels & Stories

As expected, Warren started pushing drinks on me just like before. I could hold my liquor, so after a few rounds, I saw him begin to lose his patience. Faye and Warren exchanged a look, and I noticed something malicious in their eyes. "Quick, waiter! Bring out the wine I've been keeping here," Warren called, waving for a waiter. A masked waiter came in, holding a bottle of red wine. I looked up and froze for a moment—the waiter seemed familiar.

Don't I look pathetic? A tissue appeared right in front of me. I was silent for a few moments. The tissue owner is none other than someone wearing a clown costume. The clown face is wearing a colorful mask with a round nose. I chuckled as the clown danced while rubbing his bloated belly, maybe the size of his belly is the same size as 2 basketball. "Take this tissue from this handsome clown. You don't have to worry, I'm not a bad person." The clown wrote on the small blackboard he was carrying.

Even though she was scared of the mist that was surrounding her, slightly worried that it was poisonous, Moira still glared at the mist as if she could see who was hiding behind the thin veil of the mist. She unsheathed her claws as her eyes flashed wolf before she growled threateningly, “ Step out or I will make you.” Her threat seemed to have worked which made the person who was hiding in the shadows walk out of the mist. It was a man, dressed in those long robes that the wizards wore, his face covered with a mask that had the mark of King on it, the lips that were drawn on the mask were stretched in a smile that resembled weirdly like that of a clown making the mask look even more ironic

Two masked men stormed in. “Get her!” Clara screamed, trying to bolt, but one of them caught her by the arm. “Let go of me!” They threw her onto the couch, struggling to subdue her. “Who are you? What do you want?!” “We’re under orders. You shouldn’t have run, Clara.” “I didn’t run from anyone!” she spat, clawing at one of their faces. “Let me go! You’re making a mistake!” “No mistake,” one muttered, tying her wrists with a zip tie. “You made your choice the moment you laid with another man.”

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

The two groomsmen didn't know that the toy would make such sounds, hence when the groomsman started pushing up. "Ahhhhh!" The toy cried out. The groomsman doing the push-ups was shocked by it. His hand went weak and he fell to the ground, kissing his friend on the lips accidentally. Edward was speechless. "Good thing I did not get the joker just now," he thought to himself. The fourth groomsman had to use his face to break open the cling film that was wrapped around his face. In the process, his whole face was distorted completely and his hairstyle was ruined.

Not in a perverse way or even in a creepy way, but as if he was trying to decipher some kind of code. When the slow song morphed into a fast paced song, I grabbed both his hands in mine and moved us both to the fast beat of the music. I barely even reached his chin and successfully put him under the loose tile. I glanced at Bran and he nodded. One minute, we were dancing and the next, Geoff was covered head to toe in white shaving cream. I slapped a hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh. I stepped back and his livid grey gaze met my green one.

No one noticed until the scream was loud enough over the ear-piercing music. "You fuckers! Stop this right now and show us the mighty Grant you all worshiping!" The man with a gun who threw the body inside yelled, enough to make everyone take their step backward when they saw his gun pointing randomly in different directions. He was wearing a white sleeveless with a large PUNK imprinted in it, faded ripped jeans, and tattoos everywhere on his body. He came in with at least twenty people, not to mention the few who showed up in the middle of the crowd. All of them seemingly looked alike as they wore the same style.

She carried her and kept telling Nick to leave him and trying to explain to Nick who Adams was. Nick left Adams, turned to Danielle slapped her, it was so hard that her knees buckled on the impact of his palm on her face. Adams lost his nerve and landed his fist on Nick's Jaw and then a fight ensued. Adam was masculine and well built although not as tall as Nick but was a good match for him. People gather to watch as the drama unfolded getting their phones to make a video. after a few minutes of evenly matched punches and kicks, The security at the park came and separated them and asked them to leave, leaving the audience to decide who the winner of the pay-per-view event was.

With the heavy clown makeup on, her smile appeared even more obsequious. "N-O-N-O-N-O, this smile won't do. Change it." The young man casually shook his index finger. "Want money? Smile harder." Jian Tong lowered her head, pink fuzz from her hair falling over her eyes. She felt a tremor in her gaze and knew that every move she made was being observed by Shen Xiu Jin, a trace of darkness passing through the man's eyes. Lifting her head again, Jian Tong blinked, the corners of her mouth stretching wider and wider, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth, accentuated by the exaggerated clown's bright red lips, making her smile seem extremely ludicrous.