Cirque Du Freak Living Nightmare Novels & Stories

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

Grabbing the top of the wall, we both climbed on top of it and jumped on the road. Our feet landed on the road. But in our rush, we forget to check for the men outside and it only occurred to me when my eyes met with the men who stood making semicircle around us. I glanced at Claire beside me for a second, our eyes met and she nodded. I jumped towards the man in front of me and kicked his knee. He fell on his knees to the ground and with that, all the other men who were ogling our exchange came into action.

Collier’s POV I heard Amanda scream from upstairs for someone to call 911. I heard Ally’s name and my blood ran cold. Amanda was screaming orders at someone to bring her a shirt when I made it to the top of the stairs. Jack stood closest to her untying her hands. What the hell was going on? Without thinking I took my shirt on and pulled it on over her head. She was motionless. Covered in blood. How had we not heard this? Who did this? Jack moved towards her and I instinctively pulled her towards me and gave Jack a warning look. Don’t touch her. Mine. Kayden tried to pull her away from me to let Amanda look at her and I saw red.

They started having single dancers come out. Some had masks on and some didn’t. They were all introduced as they came out. The ones with masks on all chose a different woman to incorporate into their dances. Renee had to admit that it was erotic. The next dancer was introduced as Romeo. The lights dimmed and the spotlight came on and pointed right at him as What’s Your Fantasy? started playing. His head was down and his face was covered by the hat he wore. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt, tie, and nice dress shoes. He began to move his body so it was like he was making waves with it. His hand slid down his body and grabbed his dick and thrust his hips forward. The women all started

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

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.

He got on his feet and sat on the couch. I stood up and shrugged out of my jacket. I picked up my phone and went to Spotify and picked the song that I wanted to play: Bad Intentions by Niykee Heaton, Migos and OG Parker. When the song began to play, I moved my waist to the rhythm. I looked at Adrian and saw realization dawn on his face. He knew what I was about to do.

) (voice echoed. No! I screamed out of bed from the same nightmare, gasping, craving for water. I held onto my cheek and pulled my hair backward. Ciara woke up suddenly in fear, she switched on the light beside her and held onto me. "what is wrong? You tremble, do you need water?" I nodded to her. "I will get you some," she hurried to my bedside to get water, but the jug was empty. "gosh, I'd just go downstairs to get some."

It's too mature and refined for a girl like her - a girl who barely turned twenty-one at the beginning of this month. Claire's party is held in a large ballroom holding an extravagant chandelier to illuminate the entire room. She begged the planner to make her party a 'show.' She insisted on aerial acrobats, circus animals, fire dancers and the best DJ Los Angeles could offer. Claire's father had no issue with the price.

In the cheers and laughters of the little girl watching me, all I could think of was: how could I tell her that I wish she could free my soul from her music box that’s trapping me? The horror wasn't in the dancing itself; it was in the realization of my own anatomy. I tried to scream as I entered the third minute of the loop, but my jaw was a fixed line of perfect, frozen porcelain. I tried to reach out, to grab the edge of the velvet-lined stage and pull myself into the abyss of her bedroom floor, but my arms were locked in a graceful 'O' above my head.