Circus Freak Book Novels & Stories

She was distracting me from my extremely vital job which needed a tremendous amount of focus and concentration. I was trying to do acrobatics by hanging on my mother's long, red, silky scarf, which was suspended from a hook on the ceiling. I was high up from the floor and it was a risk, but it was fun. Yes, seriously I needed a mental check or whatever, but I truly wished to perform in a circus one day. Girls generally of my age had sexual fantasies, but my fantasy was merely to get into a circus which was surreal. I just wanted to make people happy.

He was most definitely going to need some help. 'But who?' He thought to himself as he sat at the desk and stared into nothingness, while he racked his brain for answers. That's when his eyes were drawn to a book that was tucked into the back of the stack of things that were piled there. It was a book about how to use your fairies and Fae folk. Mister's eyes lit up as he sat up in the chair and he fished the book out, quickly opening the cover and thumbing through the pages.

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental. Emiliana

“And that place already smelled like despair.” I reached out. My fingers brushed the spine of a volume labeled DROWNED CARNIVAL. The second line glowed. CYCLE RANGE: 280–303 PRIMARY THEMES: FEAR / CONTROL / LAUGHTER_AS_EDGE I tugged it off the shelf. It was heavier than it looked. When I cracked it open somewhere near the middle, ink‑lines on the page rippled and rose up off the paper, coalescing into a scene above the book. We watched ourselves—smaller, flatter, a memory playing in three dimensions: the Ferris wheel looming, cars creaking, Maria’s hand on Jax’s arm, my own breath fogging in the cold carnival air. The text under the image scrolled like captions:

"Well, it's her fault too. If she just continued doing her job and didn't accept some odd and crazy job, this wouldn't happen. Here, idiotic favoritism and biases dragged her down." Sherly, unfazed, raised an eyebrow. She nonchalantly said, "Oh, really? Tell me more." Alice raised her eyebrows when she saw Sherly's smile. For some reason, Alice felt something strange about Sherly's smile. However, Alice grinned, appreciating Sherly's calm demeanor but creepy smile. Alice murmured. "Wow, you're not surprised at all, are you?" Sherly smirked. How could she feel surprised if he was the reason that happened? "When you're in the business of information, nothing surprises you anymore," she teased

Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.

For everything will spin into the opposite side, as the book of circus wrote its first chapter of love and serendipity, where the characters are him and. “Valerie.”

Lilly It has been eleven months since the Reckless Renegades rescued me from the Reapers. They took me in and gave me a safe place to recover. Physically I was healed in a matter of weeks. Emotionally was another story. I don’t think I will ever truly get over something like that but I’m definitely getting better. I don’t have as many nightmares as I did when I first got here. I used to have them every night. It was so bad Ace, Viper or Lug Nut would sleep in the room with me to calm me down. Something about the smell of their kutte. It was warm leather and a light lemon scent of the stuff they used to care for their kuttes. It made me feel safe. It would calm me almost instantly. Now I’m do

"We really wanna go inside." "Milo what are you doing?" Lucius asked. "You're blowing off our cover," Jasper hissed. "Cover? Wait. Who are you guys? Are you thieves?!" Mr. Delbert exclaimed. "Mr. Delbert, I'm Milo Beckett from Spitfire Strip. We really would love to play around the amusement park even just for one night. Please? We'll pay.” I tell him. "Spitfire Strip? My nine and ten-year-old granddaughters love you, boys!" He exclaims.

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.