Novel & Cerita Cirque Du Freak Book 1

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Jasper nervously cleared his throat as he said, “We weren’t expecting anyone.” “Obviously,” Lila managed to choke out. Freya gave a smug grin. Sliding her hand over Jasper’s chest, she moved past him to sit on a nearby overstuffed chair. Her petite frame looked out of place as she sank into the cushions with a satisfied look on her still lovely face. “We are not only working on the vampire mess, but he is studying me,” she said as she preened her hair. “If he can see what has been altered in you lot, we just might get you back to original lycan form.”

Like what they do to innocent girls isn't something to have sleepless nights over. And worst of all, I was seated on my captor's lap. When he'd call me, I didn't expect him to pull me on him so suddenly. He'd done it so easily, as though it were the simplest thing in the world. And the grin on his face was so distracting. I stared down at my fingers, feeling his hot breath on my neck. Why did I have to wear my hair up tonight? I blame Camille. 'You look really pretty with your hair down,' she'd told me. Out of spite, I pushed my hair into a messy bun—as if my hair couldn't be any messier.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

I trudged up and down the aisle another time and let my gaze wander and sweep one last glance across the rows, and was about to leave when my gaze fell on a thin book almost going unnoticed, sandwiched between two thick books at the third row of the last bookshelf. Out of curiosity, I plucked it out, my heart pounding as I read the title: ‘Untold Tales of the Pack: A Memoir’ , the name of the author has been scribbled off by a sharpie. The book looks new compared to the ones I read. My throat clicked dry as I opened the book. I gasped when I read the first line: ‘The Renaud pack is known for its strength, wealth and integrity but did you know that the pack alphas are also cursed?’ Here, fin

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

The ancient library was a tomb of forgotten knowledge, its towering shelves heavy with dust and the faint metallic tang of old paper. Freya had always preferred the night shift. The quiet wrapped around her like a lover’s cloak, letting the shy 24-year-old lose herself in books rather than people. Her pale skin glowed under the dim lamps, dark curls framing wide green eyes that hid a secret restlessness--a hunger she didn’t yet understand. But only 'Yet' Tonight, the storm outside howled against the tall windows. Lightning flashed as she carried a stack of restricted occult volumes toward the back. A presence filled the air, cold and ancient, making the hairs on her neck rise.

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

Chapter 2: Let Me Fuck You Aurora Beauchamp "Are you certain about this?”Millicent asks, Aurora appears annoyed at her for woolgathering and for her reluctance. Concern creases Millicent brow, her gaze penetrating through Aurora trying to prob deep to be able to guess what's on her mind....

-------------- Zia changed her clothes and came down to the forest Noah and will are sparring with each other Zia stood at the side and was watching their moves while will saw her "come here Zia" he called, and she walked to him... Zia showed him her book which she had already written "I was told to form a magic circle" "magic circle? Why?" will asked "for getting familiars it's a new subject added two years back... But not everyone can summon one... Only one with the highest magic power can get one ..." Noah replied "I see ...hmm....that book! It's the magic spells book right?" will asked looking at the book in Zia's hands