Comedy Puppet Novels & Stories

Even when she couldn’t move her body, warm tears still started to fall from her eyes as her heart got quickly consumed by the tremendous fear that they always sent to her. "Brother, it looks like I've caught my favorite puppet again?" the tall guy, with a green cheeky pair of eyes and lime hair, said playfully. "Yeah. Our favorite puppet is with us again," the guy wearing eyeglasses, who shared the same looks as the first one, said as he laughed.

Instead, there were two cartoon dolls. One doll wearing overalls knocked down a doll wearing a suit with a runny nose, hammered him for a while, and then kicked him away.” Immediately after that, several big characters appeared next to it. “STINKY EGGS DESERVES TO BE BEATEN.” The puppet single-handedly placed his hands on his waist, pointing at the big characters and laughing proudly. The next second, it returned to the previous page and the lights in the conference room came back on. The senior executives were all confused.

A puppet. Eyes glowing faintly violet and dark. Skin too smooth. Movements too precise. Nytherin. I don't know how one of those bastards even slipped out of the underworld. It turns toward me, a smirk on his lips at first, but when its eyes land on me, they widen in fear. Good. I lunge.

“I’m sick of your voice. I’m not six years old anymore. You’re gonna have to do better than that.” “Watch it,” Mouth breathed warningly. I pointed at Reed Taylor. “I want him. Give him back to me.” The Tip-Toe Shadow cackled in delight. “You want the puppet? My new friend? Oh, but I think not, mmm. It was lonely without you, Luna. No one to whisper to. No one to run my fingers across in the night. I needed, mmm, someone to play with, and someone came. He’s a lovely one, don’t you think? And he knows things. A great many things. He knows where the New You is.”

As the scene goes. “Princess Daniela.” Watching carefully from s close distance as he completely hides his presence and perfectly conceals his mana to be felt and gives a hint of his presence towards the intended puppet, he needed to get a contract with. The puppet’s eyes are fixed in a bewildered way, but for a moment, as the scene went and a smile crosses its face. Yet, it isn’t any kind of smile as it is not meant as a welcoming one, but hunting dreads itself. He smirks angry and disgusted towards the puppet who plays along with the script of deceiving his princess, yet at the same time, he admires for a little. As playing like nothing and even shifting into a person he has never been bei

Hilbert paused for a while, before asking, “Lady Marina, what kind of puppet do you mean? Isn't it a doll puppet? Or do you have something in mind?” He inquired, looking a bit confused but he does seem to have the means. I smiled and said unhurriedly, "A puppet made by a witch, I prefer a the size of a kid. A puppet that is suitable for an elemental spirit.” There, I put all my intentions and requests. I'm not afraid of him reporting me to the church or anything. Nobles are known for having quite bizarre hobbies and secrets. I look at him calmly.

a puppet? A human-like puppet would likely cost her less, since instead of a yin-attributed treasure, she would simply need to engrave runes on a somewhat decent forged material. She could do the rune engraving, and she would only need to hire a blacksmith. Besides, a puppet would be more convenient as she could carry it inside her spatial pouch for convenience and make it pretend to be her guardian whenever her young body had to go out in public. ‘I should go ask that Old Fogey who’s the best blacksmith in the sect. I don’t think he’s at home, so he ought to be hanging around the sect leader and working. If my guess is right, he should be at the banquet venue, entertaining other old men.’

she laughed, taking a bite. Patricia sang a cheerful song, earning a round of applause. Finally, it was Howard’s turn. Silently, he pulled a small puppet from his pocket, slipping his hand inside. When he spoke, his lips didn’t move—but the puppet’s mouth did. Beatrice gasped in surprise. "Howard, did you learn ventriloquism?" "Yes, Grandma," Sebastian confirmed proudly. With perfect control, Howard used the puppet to tell a silly joke, making the entire table erupt into laughter.

“Answer it. Speaker.” For the first time, she did so without resistance. A low, mocking voice greeted her. “Hello, Puppet.” Ellaya’s lips curled in bitter amusement. “Hello, Uncle Richard. It’s been a while. Nice to finally hear your voice again.” “So,” he chuckled, a gravelly sneer in every syllable, “my little puppet thinks she can dance on her own now? After killing my men?” His tone darkened. “You forget why I call you that, babygirl. Your strings still belong to me.”

“Got it!” Nodding, the former said, “Now, watch carefully as I demonstrate.” He reached for a laser, positioned and balanced his hands, aiming at the human-sized puppet opposite them. The way he applied finesse in holding on to the gun, one could tell that he possessed expertise in the field. It was gripped with confidence and conviction, as though the result was sure. ‘Gbooah!’ In that quick instance, the head of the puppet had been blown up to smithereens.