4 Freak Show Novels & Stories

"What's there to be shy about? Come on. I'm taking you somewhere way more fun. It'll be a million times more exciting than your little toy!" "Huh? Where?" I quickly got up, eager to know. Abigail batted her eyelashes and gave me a mischievous smile. "It's called... the Crazy Show." Crazy Show? What on earth was that? I was confused, but Abigail kept going. "Joan, honey, you look amazing in clothes and even better without them. With your body and your face, you'll have everyone at that place fighting for your attention! When we get there, you'll have as many men as you want. Trust me..."

My assistants held the specimen down with their multi-jointed hydraulic pincers, their obsidian-black eyes reflecting the creature's frantic movements. As I peeled back the soft, beige layers of its chest, the horror of its inefficiency became clear. Its organs were soft, unprotected bags of jelly, pulsing with a desperate, frantic rhythm. There was no central cooling vent, no sulfuric exchange nodules. It was a miracle they had even managed to leave their home world.

Then, pointing at me, she shouted to the police, "Officers, Megan had her reasons for doing this! "Donovan is nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing. He's severely abusive. In fact, he nearly had Megan beaten to death." As she spoke, she pushed up Megan's sleeve, revealing a densely clustered pattern of scars and bruises on her arm. The crowd erupted once again. Mr. Monroe's brows were tightly knit. With a grave expression, he looked at me, then at Megan. This was something I hadn't experienced in my previous life. For a moment, my mind went blank.

She saw three other groups dressed in similar garb. The first, a herd of perhaps a dozen or more figures, awkward and unsure, stood silent watching their highborn audience. Each wore a sheer red shift and was physically deformed. She felt sick looking at their bizarre flaws exposed in the glow of the lamps. A freak show. A priapic dwarf, a pair of obese women joined from neck to hip, a muscular youth with a pin head, a man whose face and body were distorted by huge sack-like swellings. Mary turned away with disgust and growing misgivings. Nancy’s expression mirrored hers. A much larger group in blue shifts looked like common streetwalkers who’d been rounded up in the rookeries and brought up

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

Clara wondered what else was a sex show all about if it wasn't sex. ‘Isn’t it just sex?’ She thought as she anticipated. She was curious. Suddenly, a guy in ripped jeans walked onto the stage pulling a chain. The chain was attached to a collar and it was wrapped around a lady’s neck. He pulled her with it and she crawled after him. As she got on stage, the men up front cheered and threw dollar bills on stage. Clara found this weird, she glanced at the lady who had eyes on her. It creeped her out a little and she turned back to the screen immediately.

as soon as she said this, a gasp left Aadhya's lips, and she trembled. "I don't know how but a few members of another cloven found me and treated me. I was in a coma for four months, but my body healed eventually. So, right now, I know very clearly that Amara thinks I am already dead, so she doesn't have any reason to target aadhya... I think that the people who tortured Aadhya when she was a child have spotted her once again," she concluded ... {I will rip everyone's throat which will even try to come near our mate} ... king growled, and I agreed with him... "say something munchkin, don't shut yourself" she told Aadhya softly and extended her hand towards her, but as soon the black cloth sl

Chapter 1 Maria’s POV I'm Maria Juliet Williams, a twenty-four year old English translator online of Korean Students in the morning, and at night a member of the SHOWGIRL group that men are obsessed with at Heaven's Bar. Not a pure blooded Filipina, I’m the only one with a foreign blood. We are the stars and everyone wants us to perform in HEAVEN’S STRIPPERS CLUB. I put aside my dream as a writer in Literature or Prose Poetry. I’m just a highschool graduate, because I can’t support my basic needs together with my school tuition fee. I tried to be a stripper when I was twenty two years old. My life was not that easy, I was hired as a call center agent. But still, the salary is not enough to

Not enough for room service and too impatient to be my mother. I cracked it open to see Dante Moreau. Black shirt, pressed slacks, perfectly combed devilry. He had a cup of coffee in one hand. “You look like you survived a very chic apocalypse,” he said. “Thanks. It’s exactly what I was going for.” I stepped aside. He entered without asking. Rude much? “You’re trending,” he said, tossing a newspaper onto the bed. “Front page. ‘Mystery Moreau Revealed.’ Congratulations, Adelaine. You’ve officially broken the internet.”