Circus Freak Book Novels & Stories

The Nightmare Master usually has me beat the freaks with it when they make a mistake. I'm not sure they actually made any mistakes, but it's not like I can refuse. There are about six freaks in the circus. I think there used to be more, but well, I'm sure you can figure that out. Each of them performs feats that a regular person could never do, and each performance has to be death-defying but also perfect. More than once, a freak has gotten severely hurt during a performance. Thankfully, one thing they can do is heal fast because if they become useless, the Nightmare Master would be more than happy to discard them.

I grabbed a random book on the shelf and kept walking. I sat and opened the book in my hold and made it stand on the table in front of me. Cover me up, bookie. And I set my watch to alarm at exactly ten minutes before the class starts. Finally, I closed my eyes, and I dozed off to sleep. --- As I was walking in the corridor, someone tripped me, and I clumsily fell on the floor, face-first. And I can hear laughter everywhere around me. As I looked up, those same electric blue eyes that always give me this strange feeling met my green ones, and she said, “I won, freak, I made you bow down to me. Mwahahahaha!”

"Mr Philip sent me to give this to you." "Thanks." I collected the book to inspect the front cover, while he showed off some dimples. The book had a raccoon as it's display photo. The raccoon looked thrilled to bits with both hands up and mouth open like it was shouting. The background was yellow, it had the words, 'furiosly happy' boldly written on it. Under the book title, there were word too that said, 'a funny book about terrible things' written in smaller font, while the author's name was Jenny Lawson.

Klyde explained. Freeda is a bit confused because she doesn't understand anything. Klyde suddenly pulled out the book he was referring to. Freeda noticed that the book was familiar. “I saw Jude holding that the other night, he told me he didn’t seem to see anything in it,” Freeda said. Klyde handed him the book. She opened it and was able to saw what was written on each page. "What's the matter with this book?" she asked. "That book is mysterious, it's not just an ordinary one. It contains everything that happens in your lives," Klyde replied. Freeda felt nervous, she didn't know if she would believe it. “Maximus didn’t make the mistake of believing in the magic of the book, because it reall

He dropped his school bag on the floor, beside his bed, went straight to his desktop system and typed the keywords: ‘Killer in Crescent creek’ From what Alonso read, the story of the Crescent creek killer was about a child who was born reputedly hideous, so ugly; his face scared the people that lived in crescent creek, but what seemed weird to him about the story was the fact it was based on what reportedly took place in the fifteenth century in a town called Old crescent. The boy, whose name was not mentioned, was forced to live alone, abandoned by his family and friendless. He usually lived around the swampy area in Old crescent, where an uninhabited cabin stood. The residents later starte

We move towards the book aisles, the three of us dividing and browsing through the books individually. I delicately skim my hands over the book spines, enjoying the feeling of the hardcover on my fingers. I pull out the book that had the name night circus written on it. I trace my fingers over the images on the cover and turn the book to read the description. "You should get that. It is one of my favourites." I hear a voice speak, and I look up to see who it was, my eyes furrowed in confusion. I don't know if this was coincidence or if we were being stalked; one of the 'cute' guys from the food court was standing beside me.

We were in his territory, within the boundaries of the Chicago Outfit. Giving my brother one last glance, I trudged toward Bella in my strapped stilettos-turned-flat, since I had broken the other heel as well, holding the pleated drop of my peach-coloured dress. Bella’s eyes fell on me and she asked, “You’re here? I thought you were looking for Fabi.” “Didn’t make it that far. Trouble in Paradise.” Holding her breath, she muttered, “I’m thinking about running. Want to join?”

Chris didn't even bother to hide his shock. "Hunts. Awards some of us as prizes to his friends, or sells us like cattle. Yet others, rare breeds like Sheng and I, became attractions in his perverse version of a circus. Sheng and I worked the high wire when Kaleb retired my parents. We had to perform all kinds of acrobatics, dozens of feet in the air while flipping from human to cat." "Holy shit. So who rescued you?" "No one. When Kaleb announced his plans to sell me for breeding, Sheng came up with a plan for escape. Six years later, we're still alive. And I thought safe."

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I suggest, giving my shoulder a slight shrug. Kenji picks up a book and passes it over to Levi to place beside his book on the other table. Levi looks down at it and grimaces before setting it next to the ghost book. My brows rise in curiosity as I walk over to see the book. Forbidden Sex Magic stares back at me in bright red letter, the picture of a naked woman being rammed into by a centaur graces the cover. “Well that is disturbing.” I tell them, placing the book back down and putting the ghost book on top of it to hide the cover. Levi and Kenji let out loud spurts of laughter behind me as they watch my discomfort over the book.