4 Freak Show Novels & Stories

"We don't usually see such fine, sweet young things as the two of you wanting to audition for the floorshow." "There's a floorshow?" Krista asked. "The audition is the floorshow," Big Jim laughed. "How'd you like my big black cock in your pussy, or in your ass?" he asked. "Oh, ho!" he laughed when he saw the look on Susan's face as her eyes glazed at the mention of his cock in her ass. "I'll bet that you're not even wearing any panties," he said, leaning forward with his free hand and taking Susan's, gently pulling her closer, then sliding his hand up the back of her leg to her ass, squeezing her cheek, one thick finger probing her rosebud, Susan's whole body trembling as she sagged against

“What other show?” She came very close, and dropped her voice into a horrified whisper. “The one where the freaks aren’t in the cages, girl. They’re watching from the seats. They have… unusual tastes. Let’s just say… the strong ones aren’t just for lifting. And the pretty ones aren’t just for looking.” “I’m confused.” “Fine, no matter what you are, if you refuse to act then you’ll be dinner. Sold in the markets. Either way, you’ll be giving them money.”

Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 2 . ~~Ace Carlton~~ “Shiela looks like she got ran over by a bus “. Jason made a joke at the front as the whole team laughed. It wasn’t entirely funny as it included him making fun of other girls. But I just had to laugh along for the sake of it. I stumbled backwards as they shuffled while laughing. I turned around realizing I had stepped on someone. “Oh “. I mutter. “Sorry about that “.

Jada came up to him right away, showing a news report of the carnage left after Frank reduced the middle-aged man to ashes with a lightning bolt. However, the announcer also warned everyone to watch out for the weather and to not stand under trees during thunderstorms. The live comments interestingly claimed that it was some freak who had executed the middle-aged man, and Jada asked rhetorically, "Are you a freak, Mr. Frankton?" Frank thought about it. "More or less. Freaks are simply people who are different from the rest, though I know no incantations and harbor no enlightenment. Don't even try to slander me!"

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’. In the wake of what just went down with Kira, I would prefer to go home and sleep, preferably after rubbing one out in the shower, but I drive over to the container instead. Wails greet me as soon as I open the door. It sounds like the man is being butchered, even though he looks alright. He may be a bloody mess with several teeth missing, but his limbs and organs are intact, which is a much better state than can be said about everyone else who falls into Shane’s hands.

I wasn’t tired, not even close, I just had a lot on my mind, and I wanted to relax for a bit, take a break from the confusion, and everyone gawking at me. As I was about to clear my head and just shut it off for a few seconds, I heard Sandra “Did you see what she did? She probably got a face job and tummy tuck…such a freak!” It always amused me how peope were afraid of something they don’t understand, in an instant that thing is a freak or dangerous and should be disposed of or cast out of their community or even their close proximity but they always go out of their way to find something different or weird that they cannot understand.

I stood directly in front of him and watched the man I had waited seven years for finally understand that I wasn't coming home. I had imagined this moment so many times while I was alive. I thought seeing regret on his face would feel like justice. Instead, I felt tired. Pack Enforcers sealed both the theater and the processing yard. Everyone connected to the performance was ordered to remain available for questioning. Selena was brought from the pack house before noon. The instant she saw my covered body, she gasped and pressed both hands over her mouth. Tears poured down her face with remarkable speed. "How could this happen? The blades were props. They were all supposed to retract."

We will find you, Sage. Darius clears his throat and claps his hands. “It seems we have a lot to celebrate tonight! Let’s crank up the music! Let’s dance and eat!” Everyone cheers again and ACDC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” starts blaring over the loudspeakers. The dance floor is instantly filled with dancing pack members. Darius pulls me into the middle and begins spinning me and dancing with his body pressed so firmly against mine. I feel my stomach flutter again. I ignore it, knowing it must be from the abundance of joy I’m feeling tonight.

I say quietly and start to wipe away my tears with my pajama sleeve. "Seems that lately all I do is make you cry." "They are happy tears. You really love me." "Yes, I do." He tells me what I already know. "I have issues." I don't know why but I feel the need to tell him everything, I want him to know about every aspect of my life. "I'm not normal." I say, my heart hammering due to the fear of him finally knowing that I'm a nonhuman. "I know, trust me I know. But we all have issues and I hate normal. I love my freakishly weird girlfriend." He adds teasingly and I laugh.