Haly Circus Novels & Stories

~Danica While I was recovering from what just happened, Hartley sat back on the sofa. Her dark eyes scanning us. She looked completely unfazed by the chaos she had just caused. She reached for a glass of wine, took a slow sip, and then leaned forward with a wicked glint in her eyes. "You think this is wild?" Hartley asked. "When I was at the Ivy, my sorority sisters and I had a tradition. We called it the Infinity Circle. It wasn't just about one or two people having fun. It was about everyone experiencing pleasure at the same time."

She couldn't believe herself thinking that maybe he had taken a liking to her as James had warned, but then she remembered the name Fiona Hart and quickly brushed off the thought. Just when the food was about to be served, a charismatic presence greeted them. “Silas Deane! Pal!” James happily entered the scene.

“It needs us.” Together, they placed the disk in the gate’s center. The stone flared. Magic roared through the room like wind, howling down the corridor. Then the gate opened. What lay beyond wasn’t a chamber. It was a sanctum — a temple lost to time. Starlight glowed from the ceiling, even though no sky pierced the stone above. At its center: a dais carved with twin wolves, one silver, one obsidian, facing each other with bared teeth and interlocked tails.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

“Demika Circus. Right now we’re in the city-state of Sergei, but we’ve been travelling a lot. We’ve been in the city-states of Corrin, Vida, and Bellari. We’re planning to go to Gailis or its neighbor Appoline next month, but that might take a while. Also, we’re planning to. . . .” He keeps talking, eventually joined in by Gynith, but their words are lost to me now. I can see them speaking but my other senses are muted. My brain for sure is starting to smoke and hiss like an old lamp, sputtering out because of this newfound revelation that I can see loud and clear in this brightly painted carriage sign. I’m not in a criminal headquarters. I’m in a circus. I got myself admitted into a circus.

Alice Haley and Bryce were both jumping up and down from excitement, and I could not help but stifle a giggle as I watched the two of them. They seemed to be excited about going to the carnival, which made sense, because said carnival only came by once a year, and I also wanted to make the most of it.

Hana looked outside, and they were close to the white cloud. "What kind is it?" Claura asked. "It's Zeci." Hana strokes Zeci's horns. "I think it's a lizard." Claura giggled, "Hana, there's no animal of the lizard type. My grandfather was a researcher of the spirit beast. Whenever I see him, I'll ask about it." Claura laughed at Henry, "Henry, you should eat some pastries. That's the gateway, and to get to Scott Hall, you have to go a long way."

Hades, The half-hour before the ceremony was filled with an uncomfortable tension, one I could never quite shake. Halia’s voice had cut through the stillness of my thoughts, her tone light but filled with mischief. "I have a surprise for you, Hades." From childhood, “surprise” was always a loaded word when it came from her. It meant frogs in my lunchbox, lizards hidden in my birthday cake, or insects shoved into my meals just to see my reaction. I could already feel my irritation building, preparing myself for whatever ridiculous thing she had planned this time. I was used to her pranks, but that didn’t make them any less annoying. I wanted to have a perfect celebration without any interrupt

“Then say your name aloud, stating you are a Baudelaire witch and you were sent by me.” “A secret passage will open up, and you will pass through it, but do not look straight. Go in with your back because you cannot view the council of witches without permission. You might be stronger than them, but you need permission.” When Halle was done speaking, Hazel still stared at her with fear in her heart. It was all too much, and she was still trying to process the fact that Halle was dead.