Cirque Du Freak Book Series Novels & Stories

Why am I always the one that gets hurt? I pull away from his grip, my face pulsing in pain. Turning away from father, I run out of the room. Bounding down the hall, I reach the familiar opening in the mountain. I do not even bother to take my clothes off as I faze. Violet fog surrounds me as I begin fazing. The sound of fabric ripping fills my ears as I watch my now torn clothes flutter to the ground. I take flight, releasing a powerful roar, causing the trees beneath me to tremble.

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Philip murmured, a dark, foreboding smirk playing on his lips. ****TBC****

She reminds us that humans don’t know about shifters and that we should be on our best behavior. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at the enormous Ferris wheel and the fast-moving waltz. “Come on, Maria,” Gracie shouts as she drags me towards the carousel. Her friendly gesture made me giggle. I give my operator my ticket and climb onto a wooden horse that is far too small for me. We don’t have fairs in the shifter world. When I was a kid, I saw them on TV and always wanted to ride one. I think Gracie is the same, and she bounced on the wooden horse next to me, shouting, “Yeehaw!”

— Helena O'Connor: The Priest's Daughter The irony of fate: daughter of the city's most puritanical politician. She, however, wears rebellion like a jewel. A discreet tattoo on her nape, a feverish gaze. "I was told you wanted to redefine the rules. I've spent my life breaking them." --- They gather in my living room like flames around a fuse. Eight forces, eight dangers, eight possible reflections of myself. I have champagne served, heavy, golden glasses. The manor has never seemed so alive. Laughter rises, musics clash, shadows dance on the walls. And then, little by little, the words change in nature.

“Go back MacTire. Keep your eyes and ears open. The first stone has already been acquired. Now we hunt for the rest.” The End… TO BE CONTINUED… Because it’s never really the end. The Beta and Jewel Thief – Book 6 will be the next installment of The Delta’s Daughter Series. Follow Michael Pike Jr. as he navigates love, betrayal, a mate on the wrong side of the law and the most dangerous villain any of them have faced yet. ***Please remember to leave me a review, I hope you enjoyed this book.***

She hummed her approval, and I added, “And I don’t think you mind.” “I don’t.” I took my hand and tipped on her collarbone. I loved seeing her in strap sleeves or no sleeves because of the way they showed off the prominent bends of her neck and the protrusion of her collarbone. Tracing circles on the pulsing point in her throat, I said, “I’ll fuck you in French tonight.” A ridiculed laugh tore from her throat and she asked, “What is that?”

I informed, giving her the only information I had on the topic, truth was most of my assumptions were just that, I honestly had no idea what happened to the girls once they left here. “Well shit. Freya, I think we might end up having to get ourselves out of this mess.” She uttered from across the room and my eyes widened at the thought. This was certainly a new one, none of the other girls had suggested escaping until at least their second day. “I’ve tried. I’ve tried everything I can think of, I offered them money, but they asked for more than I could get them, the cage is too small to shift in, one of the girls tried it not long after we got here and broke almost every bone in her body, to

"So, are you ready?" Lucas asked. "I am, but, you know what'll make this more fun? If we shift fully." "No you can't-" before I'd ended my words, Freya had already started to shift fully, she grunted, her bones cracking and realigning. She always tried to prove stubborn, disobeying me. "Fucking hell!" She cursed out. I turned around, to avoid seeing her bare body.. She was my sister, but I wasn't entitled to seeing her naked.

Jayce felt his body go rigid as his Court persona slipped over him like a glove. There would be no time to relax, not as long as he was here, the face of his Court. Especially with two Halflings in tow, one of which was his Spark. He longed to be at the sithen already, so he could consult his father. Sparking with a Halfling was nearly as bad as sparking with a lower fae. He wasn't sure what his father would make of that or their name binding. Danu gifted or not, his father might smite her out of sheer audacity.