4 Freak Show Novels & Stories

she almost shouted and he told her to tell him every single thing without leaving anyone out. “This show is truly a film show but in reality, it is scarier because everything that you will see is very real. While I was working with a friend of mine, I got the information that these people bring in wolves and make them entertain people by shifting and doing everything they were asked to do just for money” she stated before showing a disgusting look on her face. “The rich people are obviously weird because what exactly is the joy in watching people who get kidnapped from their worlds entertain you against their wish? Rich people are indeed sick” she added and shook her head.

’’ Alonso frowned, ‘’wasn’t it too stressful to pull such a prank? ‘‘Draw what?’’ Andy raised an eyebrow. ‘‘That!’’ Alonso gestured towards the door, ‘‘what the fuck?’’ the drawing was gone. ‘‘Dude, you’re already paranoid reading all those creepy things about Mr Freaky Six the Decapitator, aren’t you?’’ Andy joked. ‘‘Cool name – and no, I’m not paranoid, there was a drawing on my door.’’ Andy suddenly gasped and gawked with his eyes wide open ash he looked at Alonso’s door.

He holds it up so I can see and then tosses it aside. I shudder. “I need to shower for like a week now. In hot water. And bleach.” “Get used to the bugs, princess. You never know when you’re going to have to go on the lam once you start your crime ring.” “Princess?” I put my hand on my hip and glare at Logan. His brown eyes are shining, and that smile on his face is doing bad things to me right now. Bending down, I scoop up a handful of mud and raise my arm back.

You even wore the dress. Gideon glanced around, clearly too scared to admit the whole thing was a setup. Panicking, he grabbed one of his trashy friends and shoved him next to me, forcing a laugh. "Olivia, you're too sharp—you figured it out! It's Madison and Bruce's big day! We're just here to cheer them on!" His group jumped in right on cue. "Yeah, yeah! Madison and Bruce! Big day—we're here to celebrate!" I glanced at Bruce—shorter than me, grinning like an idiot—and felt sick.

When the man bit into it, they lost all semblance of belonging to a civilized species. A snowboarding buddy once told me that in the Red Light back alleys of Amsterdam he had been dragged into a sex show featuring a woman with one leg ‘doing it’ with a woman with no legs. I asked him why he’d let himself be dragged in and he said, “The whole world’s a freak show, man. This was just a ready, prepackaged sample.” I naturally pointed out his excuse of an answer was a typical one for moral degenerates and reprobates such as himself, and that I didn’t know who were sicker, the ones running the show or the ones buying the tickets. But it does beg the question, doesn’t it? Just who are the freaks i

Elena’s father, the man from every dark and embarrassing fantasy I’d ever tried to bury, the cold and controlling billionaire. At forty-two, he looked carved from stone, his sharp jaw, silver threading his dark hair, and piercing eyes that pinned me in place. He was terrifying, but that didn‘t stop my pussy from clenching so hard and dripping just by force that I nearly moaned. “I-I’m sorry, Mr Blackwood,” I whispered, my voice shaking with either fear or wants, or lust or needs, I don’t know which right now. “I got lost. The game downstairs went wrong, and I was just looking for the bathroom to calm my nerves.” I told him. He rose slowly, towering over me.

Instead, I kicked his balls really hard to assert my dignity in front of the crowd. He fell to the ground instantly, wincing in pain. Filled with a strange satisfaction, I walked away from him, back to the dressing room where the other strippers were. “What was the argument about Tara?” one of the girls asked. “It was nothing serious. It was Mr Harvey again. He wanted me to come spend the night at his apartment”, I replied. “Oh I know men like him. They want more than they can get. Does not matter how many times you tell them off, they just keep coming back”, she said and chuckled mockingly, shaking her head.

"I'm mated to a circus lady. A flexible circus lady. My buddies are going to be so jealous." "This isn't funny." "No, but it's damned hot. Did you have to wear one of those skimpy outfits?" He waggled his brows and her lips twitched. "Yes. A skimpy two piece bikini that left little to the imagination." Chris frowned. "And people saw you in it?" "Yes. That was the whole point of the show." He was afraid of that. "Will you visit me when I go to jail?" She cocked her head. "Why are you going to jail?"

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

“A star-crossed ship in the making!” “I’m so down to be your fansite admin!” Alice grinned, already imagining it. “Like, posting blurry photos and conspiracy theories about your eye contact!” “Count me in too,” Brian said. “If you get famous, maybe we’ll get free meals at the shabu place in exchange for your autograph.” Sky laughed. “Wow. Selling me out for beef and noodles, huh?” “What kind of friend does that?” Clint scoffed. “Forget shabu—we’re going big. I’ll take you to that fancy Korean BBQ place at the mall. We’ll definitely score free food if they recognize you!”