Romans & histoires Cirque Du Freak Book Characters

Debo: “ How horrible! Kilaila: “ I couldn’t believe it! Kataleya: “ Why did he say that? Kilaila: “ I didn’t even want to know… Francie: “ That's why I don't like pirates! Lordylla: “ Look who's talking? Curious Debo: “ What is it? Francie: “ Nothing! Lordylla: “ Nothing? She can't stop looking at Zeuck! Debo put his hand on his chest: “Really? Francie: “ Lie! Kataleya: “ Hahahaha Lordylla: “ Zeuck is beautiful! Kilaila: “ He is the youngest of the pirates. Francie: “ I don't like pirates! Especially Zeuck, who also shows off those well-defined abs of his, his strong arms, his courage, that voice of his so... I mean, I think it's all... Absurd!

“Take care of her for me.” “On my life.” He swore as I turned and headed straight for the elevator. I could hear Freya trying to follow after me, but Darcia and the others caught her before she could move. Freya was a strong woman, a powerful witch, but she was also the future Luna and Cameron’s mate. I couldn’t risk anything when it came to Freya.

"Okay, okay , Dianacia nodded as she waited in the circle of doom . I flipped through the pages of the book but before I could get a hold of how to break the spell, a large wind came whirling around and flipped the book out of my hands to the ground, all efforts made to reach the book was fruitless and then suddenly the wind turned into the almighty Greta, the dreaded one . “Hello Children, " Greta said .

Plus hand stands, swings, pirouettes and other acrobatic feats meant to please a crowd who came to see the catboy and his sister perform. The worst part? They weren't the biggest freaks in the show, and while it wasn't a great life, they survived. Until the day Sheng overhead Kaleb discussing his plans to breed his sister to the highest bidder. Even without his promise to his father, Sheng would have done anything to get her out of there, and he did.

It’s not anything special, but it’s enough for me. I’ve never in my life had a real office before. I had a small desk overrun with papers at all times in my large circus tent, but it hardly could be used for more than writing down expenses or searching places to go. I've never had formal meetings before meeting Wade, I never had a reason to. My Freakshow pack was intimate and we are a family. If we wanted something we spoke our mind and asked there was never a need until now. “Great,” I answer honestly. “We had a whole haul of construction equipment, workers and materials show up last week, a gift from someone named Rita?”

The girl stared at me puzzledly while I stared at the person from one of my favourite story books Scarlette gave me. Scarlette gave me a book once. She said it was a fairytale book for kids but I truly enjoyed it. The story was about the sugar fairies in the land of sweetness. Sugar fairies mostly live to bake pastries and sweet things. They literally live for happiness and celebration, and were the creators of the sweet people. The story was about Apple, the princess of the sugar fairies and her sister, Candy. The Sugar Emperor had two wives and both had daughters on the same day but Apple was older. At first, they grew up as sisters who loved each other until their brother and heir to the

Please note that this book is only fictional. So some medical issues mentioned here might differ from reality. PREFACE Having a double personality can be hard. And having three personalities is even harder. However, Claire was able to get used to her problem and lived amicably with her other two personalities and became good friends who protected each other. Claire::::::: The owner of the body. Mia:::::: The genius personality. Scarlett ( Red ):::::: The Sassy and badass personality. *********

The warlocks on the five nodes, Freya’s, not ours, lift their hands the way fishermen do when they’re about to throw nets that are also prayers. “Circle open,” Freya calls, and the chalk breathes out. Celine arrives exactly the way Tara promised; on the last possible step before night, so she can pretend she’s not obeying rules she didn’t write. Her hair might have been black once, but her eyes were never anything I want to name. The black veining under her skin writhes like snakes that learned the wrong song. “Darlings,” she coos, like a rotten nanny. She wears three smiles before she finds the one she thinks we want to see. “Looking well.”

So of course, I did what most abandoned or orphaned children did, and made up my own story. I had been just about everyone over the years, I had been Charlotte, the betas daughter travelling to see the world. Bethany the abused daughter of an unforgiving man, looking for shelter and compassion. Martha, the baker’s daughter. Judy, the traveller’s wife. Michelle, the starving artist. Opal, the musician. Tracey the writer. Louise the ‘dancer’ and Grace the stylist. But in fact, I was Freya, the abandoned rogue. It didn’t have quite the same air of adventure, did it? then I guess that reality never does.

I told them I wasn't a monster, I was Charlotte Moore, the only daughter of alpha Morgan and Luna Catherine, the beloved little princess of the Crescent Moon tribe. " It's me! I'm not a monster!" I let out a desperate cry, tears brimming down my face. My cries were drowned out by the insults of the crowd, their eyes filled with hatred. They wanted me to die. My once best friend Nora mischievously tossed a pebble at me. I didn't fight back. I just cried and begged them to leave me alone. They grew even more reckless, more people joined in throwing stones at me, and some even spat at me. I couldn't take it anymore, my claws snapped on the ground and I pounced on the one who screamed the loudes