Circus Oc Novels & Stories

I'm trying so hard to breathe. " Sorry Hazel, you just, too sweet, glad I tasted you, you can eat now " He is laughing while wiping under my chin, I'm looking around me to find any exit to run. I'm kidnapped, I don't feel safe being here. Umera please find me. " Allow me to introduce myself " He suddenly said stand to move around. I feel him behind me. " I'm lord Spencer Carnival, I've circus in every city you can imagine, I adore circus, I love entertainment things "

It had a sort of gothic vibe to it, like something out of Phantom of the Opera. "Maybe it's a travelling circus or something?" Thomas asked, and went onto his phone to G****e the name. And that was indeed the case. It seemed to be a real circus, although not well-known, and they had both animals and acrobats, and a side tent featuring different carnival games - even an old-fashioned freak show. The website listed upcoming dates, and they would only be in town for one night. Tomorrow. "They set all of their stuff up for a single show? That's pretty ballsy," Tyler said.

That's what happens when you let a fairy pick the club. I rethought my assessment as soon as I walked in the door. Although, I still wouldn't have named the place Monarch. Circus would have been more appropriate or maybe Cirque since there was a gilded, Old World meets Band of Gypsies décor going on. The room was narrow with two tangled balls of glowing tubes hanging from the ceiling. A slim length of sleek bar ran along the length of one side. Behind the bar was a glittering display of alcohol and above that was a burgundy wall decorated with autumnal swirls. To the right of the swirls was a round opening bordered with a gold frame. Within this hole, a female acrobat hung from a black hoop

Almost all were crying while staring at the horses' organs. "How are we gonna get out here?" I asked. I squeezed my eyes close when the loudest scream of pain from the circus travelled in my ears. My jaw dropped with my eyeballs as one humanoid wolf exited the Circus. He looked around the horses while the people cried even louder. Almost everyone ran despite not knowing where to go but only a never-ending desert. The circus was the only place alive here and Dark Summoner killed it. We cannot get away here without our horses or choppers.

"You're the one I want oh Before my liver start to fail You're the one I need oh Before cassava start to hail And if I ever leave oh Make water carry me dey go Far away, far away" I danced to the lyrics as I sang along, my voice sang higher when it came to the chorus "She say give me assurance Assurance I give my baby assurance I give my baby lifetime insurance Assurance, assurance I give my baby assurance I give my baby lifetime insurance Biggie biggie Heavy heavy (Chei) Baby do you want me? Haba" I almost screamed louder to express my pain, I knew I was being being dramatic but please. Give me a break. I just watched the first guy I kiss take another girl on an Ice Cream Date right after w

Unknown P.O.V "That fucker almost broke my arm!" A very dirty-looking man cries hiss as he thinks about his encounter with one of the badass omegas he has ever met in his life. "Who did this?" the man sitting at the computer desk said after puffing out the smoke from his cigarette. He sounds boring as he looks at the man. He is sure about some badass Alpha kick his man ass.

It’s everything I imagined—and more. The theme is “Elegance & Spectacle.” Translation? Upscale circus. There are towering floral centerpieces shaped like spinning wheels and red velvet drapes framing golden light. The string quartet is suspended on swings above the main floor, and the catering staff wear crisp black with subtle nods to ringmaster chic—striped lapels, satin gloves, bold red lipstick. A fire breather performs near the grand entrance, timed with the crescendo of music. Somewhere to the left, a contortionist folds herself into a gilded hoop like human origami. And in the center of it all? The stage.

Zac’s pov The circus started as I watched a show being on display. The elders whispered amongst themselves while I looked around to see some of the crowd members enjoying it. I wondered—maybe I had been too harsh to label the circus a failure, or whatever it was I labeled it to be. Maybe it was not that bad. I mean… people seemed to be enjoying it right? It wasn’t that bad. Plus a lot of people around were with their families. The acts too were family friendly. Anyone from the lowest to the highest can watch and enjoy what was on display.

The safety fences kept the animals contained, but she was not taking any chances. The circus was bustling with activity, vendors shouting their sales pitches. "If you want to feed the animals, please buy food from us. Each of these snacks is only twenty dollars!" "Wild animal puppets, thirty dollars each!" "Take a photo with a camel for ten dollars per photo. You don't want to miss out!" The circus knew how to do business, and every stall was crowded. Ol' Mare, a coastal city with limited biodiversity, rarely saw large animals, making the circus a big attraction.

“Send her proof we’re living her circus fantasies.” She did—snapping photos of the painted clowns doing backflips off unicycles, the fire-breather painting the night orange, the daredevils gunning their throttles inside the silo until the wood vibrated. She leaned into me to get better angles, and I let my arm settle around her shoulders like it still belonged there. She didn’t pull away. We found seats on the rickety bleachers for the main show. The announcer’s voice boomed over crackling speakers, introducing the tightrope act.