Circus Baby's Song Novels & Stories

"The test results say that the baby is alright." Alice shook her head, her tears slowing. "It's not that," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm just happy. I was so scared, and now...oh goodness, I'm just relieved. It's tears of joy. Miracles do exist, don't you think?"

Sane was reminded that The Dotish was that popular. "Banjo gardon eh hay ho," Simon tested the mic before putting a thumbs up. "The song we want to sing is for this Baby Boy in there and for his brother who is currently in his room. He probably wants a peck on the cheek—" Everyone laughed a little, making Sane frown a little, but he was already feeling a little warm from the inside. "—I know you're listening, Sane." Simon laughed before raising his finger, and as if on cue, the band started playing. Everyone swanged their bodies, hearing the familiar rhythm and Sane couldn’t help but smile when he saw his mom was smiling a bit.

Nothing will touch us, even the marabouts And if you want, all my children will call you mom Me, your caregiver, you, my medicine And it will be for life There I am fresh, I am undermined, I made my outlines Oh, your dress stung me, wait, I bypass you Oh baby dance for me, tell me one more time "I love you" There I'm fresh, I'm undermined, I made my outlines Oh your dress stung me, wait, I'm going around you Oh baby dance for me and now I can say That's my baby (don't touch) Our own love (don't touch)

It was as if the baby had secretly enrolled in an opera training program of the human world. At first, Liam wondered if he should start a baby band and make his child tour the world with his unique ear-piercing talents. He even jokingly considered auditioning for "America's Got Talent" with the child, hoping to win the grand prize and retire in more luxury. Who knew that baby cries could be the next big musical sensation?

"Fuck!Fuck! James! Fuck yes!!" I was spent, as he finally let my legs down. He got up and pulled me to sit upright and start licking the base of my neck, while his hand slowly caressed my breast, as the other one pinched my other nipple. Making me moaned his name. "Fuck baby, I like hearing you moaned my name over and over again. Stand up, Lori."

Was it okay? But even as the disturbing thoughts passed through my head, I knew, I just knew that it was the baby’s way of telling me that everything was going to be okay. The movement had been tiny, so small that it shouldn’t even have registered, but I’d known about it. Looks like it was true about what they said about mothers and their babies having a link to each other. My mom used to tell me that when I was still in her womb, she would sometimes sing to me when I got restless and I’d immediately stop moving, as if I was listening to my mother’s voice.

Oh, I’m sorry, it seems that I forgot to introduce myself before. Let’s start over. Hi! My name is Arianna Adler. My mom and my friends called me Ari. But I used Ann as my Sugar Baby name. Well, now that name could be forgotten. I tied my amber hair to a ponytail and stared at my reflection from the announcement board glass. With my white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and a pair of glasses, I truly looked like a typical secretary. At least, I do not look like a typical sugar baby, I thought.

“‘Come on… Let’s go!’” She’d smiled her now-famous million-dollar smile at Gabriel and Griffin had gritted his teeth and followed her onto the dancefloor. As if on cue, the music had turned dreamy and he’d almost changed his mind. Then she’d give that breathtaking smile to him, stepped into his arms, and he’d no longer had a mind to change. “‘It’s a great party, isn’t it?’” she’d murmured. “‘Yes,’” he’d agreed. “‘Em is looking so happy…’” Gloriana had prompted.

S-sounds are the hardest for babies to learn. “Mama,” she called again, and I glowered at her father. He caused this, that wicked man. Every time she said it, my heart ached and only wanted more, but it was all so wrong. She should be calling me her mother. “Lucy, no. It’s Mel—" “Just leave it, Miss Brooks. It’s a new word for her, so she’ll keep repeating it. Don’t worry, she’ll forget it soon enough,” Javier assured me.

They finally realized that my real goal was not to confront them, but to expose their crime to the public. When I grinned happily, the baby’s whisper was heard again. “Mom, you’ve gone too far! Apologize to the media now and clarify that you were just acting! Otherwise, I’ll hate you and won’t recognize you when I’m born!” The baby’s whisper was grating on my nerves, so I reached up, pulled off a necklace hanging around my neck, and threw it to the ground. The baby’s whisper instantly stopped. “You used this key to transmit all these thoughts to me, right? I figured it out. My dear sister, did you already plan to kill me when you were still a kid?”