Circusbaby Novels & Stories

Charlotte switched her designer bag from one hand to the other, then dropped it like a rock on the Secretary's desk. 'Oh boy.' Gemma pursed her mouth. 'At least I have faith that the boss won't fire me for kicking out her annoying sister.' Iris' orders were company law- Gemma did not wish to break the law. Iris had one ear plugged with a communication device as she stood in a corner. It was her doctor; reading the new list of fertility drugs on the market. "And the side effects?" Iris pinched her chin, focussing on the building next to hers.

It was my first time sitting on the floor, it was so uncomfortable, but I didn't care, my daughter's happiness is my top priority. I gently pushed her a bit, making her fall into my arms, and I held her in my embrace. "I'm your daddy and I have your best interest in mind. You know you can always tell me anything. I promise I won't take any action unless you tell me to," I cooed. "Why didn't you let the doctor attend to mummy?" I asked and gently caressed her hair. "He wanted to kill mummy," she mumbled. "Who?" I asked, alarmed.

Tenderly, they laid him down, ensuring his rest before turning their attention to the small cot at the room's edge. As they approached, the sight of their newborn's kicking feet took them by surprise, causing a momentary retreat before they gathered themselves and beheld their child. With wisps of white hair and eyes peacefully closed, the baby stirred as if yearning to be held. Kurt gingerly uncovered the child by pulling down the blanket wrapped warmly around him, revealing distinctive marks just below the belly button—a pair of bright red imprints resembling bite marks, yet causing no discomfort. Further unveiling the baby's left foot, they beheld the mark of an Omega encircling his ankle

The ultimate power. Sneaking into the nursery, my uncle picks up one of the babies, her hair light and curling at the tips. Her crib is decorated with pink and baby blue. Looking down into the second crib, I picked up the second child, his hair darker than the shadows in the night. Dark forest greens compliment the babies' green eyes. The eyes of my uncle. He carried the fussy little girl with his arms straight out, cocking his head at her.

It was these extreme tests that killed off the first set of the 5th generation children. As they walked towards the rest of the team, Babybaby as she was fondly called was the first to notice their arrival. She spread her rainbow colored wings and glided towards them, a bright smile on her cute chubby Asian face, genuinely glad to see the others after a long weekend apart. She was the youngest of the children, just clocked six, a favorite amidst the staff and some doctors in the institute.

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Holding the baby, I turned toward the police and the reporters. "Officer. Members of the press. Before you arrest me, I want to register my newborn son's birth." Theo grabbed at his hair, panic written all over his face. "Have you lost your mind? You can't just claim someone as your son! Just take your pants off and prove that you're a dude! Showing your manhood would still be better than going to jail!" Show my manhood? Was I supposed to throw away the rest of my life like that?

“A BIG BROTHER?! To who?! A boy? A girl? TWO babies?!” Sara laughed harder, wiping her eyes. “We don’t know yet. It’s too early.” Gabe bounced on the bed, vibrating with excitement. “I’m gonna teach them EVERYTHING! Dinosaurs! Space! How to do cannonballs!” I winced as he jostled my arm, and he froze. “Oh! Sorry, Dad! I forgot you got shot.” “It’s okay,” I said, pulling him close again. “I’m tougher than I look.”

She swore she heard Gamma chuckle as he dropped his prize at her feet. The years slipped by, marked not by birthdays but by growth. At two, Cerebus was larger than any farm dog. At five, he dwarfed shepherds and mastiffs alike. By ten, he stood tall as a Great Dane, muscle rolling beneath his golden coat, each head sharp with intelligence. To strangers, he was nightmare made flesh. To Ellie, he was still the trembling pup who had pressed three noses into her jacket that stormy night.

“The baby is lucky to be welcomed.” Cyril leaned his head against Uriah’s tummy as he sat on his knees on the floor. “Of course it is.” He sighed in relief. Cyril grew up in a loving family that was filled with care and understanding. Even so he had an elder brother recessive Alpha and a sister a recessive omega, no one really cared about him being a dominant. They were simply a loving happy family and that’s how he learnt to give love. He was well aware of the toxicity people carried after getting into the showbiz but he was never once interested in those dramas.