Digital Circus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ah~! Lucy's torn-apart doll spirit possessed her on the grand stage. Lucy's dance was powerful, expansive, and beautiful. Her performance was a stark departure from the usual. Typically, a doll's aria would feature a doll costume. However, Lucy was different. She wore a bright red dress with four flowing layers. Half of her hair was neatly tied back with thin bangs. Rather than masking her sorrow with cuteness, Olympia wanted to show that even though Lucy was a doll, she could captivate everyone, especially Tiger Letto.

He pointed to some of the elders before us and said, “Some of these men here fund the circus, and they get money out of the circus.” I frowned. “What are you saying?” He looked to me. “I’m saying that right now, we are actually working and not having fun. We are investigating this circus, and the best way to do that would be to actually enjoy the circus. Know how it works. Know their mechanics.” I looked around. “Are you trying to tell me that Freya might be here somewhere?” “You said she got lost in the market, right?” I nodded. “Yes, she did. She ran off.”

Denise was standing there, her face pale white with that pathetic, tear-streaked face as she stuck with playing the martyr in this story, while Morgan writhed on the marble floors like a rabid animal, throwing a hissy fit like an undisciplined child. It was both pathetic… and satisfying. It was a circus. A cheap, low-rent performance designed to play on the obsessions of the clan elders towards the women in their circle. They expected purity, class, poise….meanwhile, they themselves defied their pathetic rules. And my father? Silas stood there like some petrified in stone, his dark eyes goading me, egging me on to see what I did. To others, they might think he supported Aurora, or me, but I

“You’re kidding. You have to be kidding. Cierra! oh my God! this is insane.” “What?” I asked, confused. “I’m your biggest fan,” he blurted. “Your performances changed the way people saw pole dancing. You made it art. You made it powerful. You gave women a voice on that stage. Cierra, I came to this party because I heard you would be here.” I stared at him. “You disguised as a worker…because of me?” “Yes!” he laughed. “You’ve been my Day One crush.” “Oh, great,” I scoffed. “So you finally fucked the woman you adored, and now you’re satisfied, right? The girl you once craved just gave herself cheap...”

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused

Beatrix let go of him and patted his back. “Be good and I won’t beat you,” she said with a smile that gave him goosebumps, but to others this grin was a cute one. “Hahaha, that girl is the perfect tamer for Pedro. If she is his mate, how wonderful that would be.” Carmelia mind linked her bestie. “Yeah, I couldn’t agree more.’ Regina replied telepathically. At this time, the fourth person, a man, was dancing with the spinning hoops to the beats of the music currently playing.

He began shouting for help. “Get this crazy off me,” he yelled. “Zoe? What the heck,” Jack said, as he tried to intervene. “Someone help him! Help Benjamin,” Felicity shouted, trying to break through. “Benjamin? I don’t know who you think he is but he spends his nights in a drag club called Underground Girls dancing as a female named Diana. I USED to be a fan! Never again,” Zoe shouted, practically spitting. “Oh my god it is! Dame Diana?? How did I never notice? Looks totally different without her double D's,” Etienne shouted, looking out from behind the tablet.

Denise had likely warned him, and there was bound to be another trap in play. "Alright, I'll go tell the others." He walked back. "Mr. Fletcher has arranged another program for us: a family-friendly circus performance." The group: "..." Besides the twelve of them who were confused, the dozen or so other guests who hadn't joined the midnight revelry were also a bit dazed. "A circus performance? What the hell is that? Is it some kind of metaphor?"

Only endless black water under a starless sky, and Dacia. She’s not the calm, crowned queen I’m used to. Tonight she is terrifying: eight feet tall, armor of living blood, hair moving like liquid obsidian, eyes twin dying galaxies. The 10 pieces I’ve collected orbit her like planets afraid to fall. Dacia (voice that vibrates in my bones): *It is time, child. No more games. There are no more pretty treasures hidden in caves and mirrors. They were destroyed. Long ago. By my own hand, when I saw what the Circle would do with them.*

He looked at me like there are a million things he wants to say but doesn't even know where to begin. Warmth rushed into my cheeks. "Giovanni..." "Dance with me." He said out of nowhere. I narrowed my eyes. "Dance with you..." I added. "With what music?" Giovanni caught me off guard when he locked our fingers together and lifted me off the ground. He spun us around, a shiver ran down my spine as the wind tickled my skin. I held on to him tight and buried my head at the crook of his neck. I laughed hysterically. ''Giovanni put me down!"