Wrinkles The Clown Number Novels & Stories

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

Due to the fear and everything, I think I wet myself and I was so embarrassed now that everything seemed to have calmed. He came closer and I managed to pull myself together, however, I clasped my hands over the dark patch on the back of my beige skirt. He brought the lamp close to my face and nodded slowly, the realization set in. “I guess you’re Dilindu. Wanted for murder. Eighty thousand shillings right? He read from memory, walking away. “The posters don’t do your beauty any justice though,” he stopped and turned, “Aren’t you coming?” He asked, watching me for a few moments then he turned and continued on his way to the hut.

One time, he prank called his fat Physics teacher and insulted his body shape and repeatedly called him ‘man tits’ with another student’s phone, which he found in his locker, when the teacher took it up and made sure there was an investigation carried out, he was hoping he’d finally pin the menacing Andy but the IP address was traced to an unfortunate Billy Wilmore, who faced a two-week suspension because Andy was a gifted impressionist, which gave him the ability to mimic Billy’s high-pitched voice. ‘‘Don’t be a clown. We them boys is going to sit and pro’ly two girls too, then the remaining will sit on our laps and that will earn us a free road grinding.’’ Adamie reasoned as a smile crept

As I reached her my stupid shoe got stuck on something sticky making me lose my balance as I walked causing me to fall face down towards the ground. I yelp, and groan. Shit! Seriously, I get to fall right now! I groan in pain and touch my right leg and notice a big scratch on it. Ginger finally saw me on the ground. “Oh my god are you alright?” Trying to show concern but I clearly see through her face that she is trying really hard to keep herself from laughing. “Yeah. Tell me a day where Ms. clumsy doesn’t do her job. Ugh why does it always happen to me!” I moan.

"Don't say that princess, well you will not be able to reach me tomorrow and maybe next, so I will give you some instructions." "Wait, were are you going?" I asked as I feel two days will now become forever. "I am going to somewhere with no network, I am sorry" I am guessing Village. "Ok, try take your phone maybe this time there would be network" "Ok, here are the instructions, tomorrow where red undies, make sure to eat your breakfast, then at night wear this same jersey. Next tomorrow where black undies and wear your really big singlet to sleep. Never skip any of your meal." the low tune in which h gave the instruction is the most arousing voice I have heard making a moan escape my lips,

I added in a 'sexy' voice. "You're lying." He chuckled a little. I turned my back to him and tried to touch my feet so it looked like I was bending. "Does this look like I'm lying?" I began to 'wiggle' my butt in a failed attempt go twerk. Chad went insane with laughter and his contagious laughter pulled me in but I managed to focus on my act. "Huh, look at that ass go baby!" I moved my waist around in circles when I stood erect, "hn...hn...you ever seen anybody do it better? What body? This body? Oh yeah baby!"

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.”

Theo grumbled, snatching the white wig off to scratch at his scalp. Of all the times this joker has to clown around— -

Kayla squealed when she was done with his make up. I turned the chair to face the mirror and that was it to make me laugh. His facial expression was priceless. He had to bat his long colored lashes to be sure he was seeing the right thing. "I present to you" kayla started "Princess Dillie of Pinkland!" "My hair!" He screamed "My pretty face!" "Yeah, we just made it a million times prettier" "Aren't you adorable" I said pinching his pink covered cheeks. "You're as cute as a fat clown"

However, just when the game was about to end, my eyes caught a glimpse of something that made me stop. I noticed that Clark had a peculiar tattoo on his arm I believed was similar to what we found in Hunter Grey. Based on my quick observation, the tattoo was an intricate design of a demented clown, with elongated limbs and a twisted grin on its face. The colors used were vibrant yet grotesque, with shades of mustard yellow, deep red, and silky green. The clown's eyes were black and soulless as if they were staring right into your deepest fears. But the weirdness of the tattoo did not stop there. Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and