Confessions Of A Puppet Master Novels & Stories

“You went to a party where you got drugged, possibly by this Thomas dude. Then Nathan Campbell took you to his house, but was a gentleman and made you sleep in his spare room. But you had a dream that you were in a warehouse, trapped in a cage, and this dude Jason was tormenting other prisoners and then dragged a teenage girl from the cage she was in and did who the fuck knows with her. And now you think this Jason dude is the cousin of this other dude Perry. Am I getting this straight?” I chewed on my bottom lip and nodded, knowing that there were pieces of the dream I'd forgotten. “Yeah, that's what I remember. Do I sound crazy? Enzo shrugged, “if you'd asked me a few weeks back, I'd have

, and with his long, strong body, he pressed himself against her, and then suddenly, he let go of his hand, and looked down on her as if she were an ant, his thin lips curling into a cold smile: "It's time to exercise your duty as a slave today, sleep with me for one night." Zona suspected that her ears had misheard, and in slow motion, she raised her head, "What did you say? I just went through ...." "You're a slave, do you want your master to accommodate your physical condition?" A touch of annoyance surged in his heart, abruptly! He buried his head, his thin lips pressing hard against Zona's half-open red lips, sticking his tongue into her mouth to maliciously mimic the thrusting and stir

"Did I tell you that I love you?" "Only a million times." "Add this to the number then… I love you." "Me too, babe." After the call with Catherine had ended, Rome looked back at Scar and asked, "What do you have for me?" "I think I might have discovered who the puppet master is." Scar said as he walked further into the room and sat down. Then he took the folder in his hand and laid it in front of Rome before saying, "Our puppet master could be, 'Axel.' His last name is still unknown right now."

Her resentment was immense, but since she couldn’t confront him at full strength right now… she would try to be patient for now before eventually crushing the young master’s arrogance. “Ho, I never expected that it wasn’t just the ancient god clan… even you, a traitorous woman, are taking this opportunity to kill me!” said the young master of the Puppet Sect as he looked at a woman whose face was all too familiar to him. She was both his adversary and the woman he had defiled with his own hands to gain power.

"Master, we want to train our obedience." Laura suddenly held onto me while Camilla crawled under my crotch. "Tonight, we'll serve you well. You're our master. Percy, please let me do this. Otherwise, I will get punished," Tiffany begged before scrambling on all fours toward me. "No way! I have to go!" Right then, Laura let out a sharp cry. "It's not up to you now. Ms. Elledge, get him!" Before I could react, Laura and Camilla pulled my pants down, and Tiffany opened her mouth…

Fear that Hunter pretends to be calm, that he’ll pounce on me like a tiger once I let my guard down. Maybe this is how he preys: enjoy the tension then sneak up on his victims unawares. “You can’t keep placing one lie upon another,” I utter while shifting back—just being cautious, eh? “They said you left the premises. But clearly, you were still there. You deliberately returned to finish off everyone.” I sigh as I move the scissors to my other hand without changing my stance. “In a night, you’ve taken from me everything… including my Lover.” “I am still your Lover, Heidi.” Oh, at least say it like you bloody mean it!

Owen tells them. “Liv kept repeating the phrase 'The master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom..' She pondered it for a long while before she turned to me with wide eyes to ask me 'Could he or she be talking about a killer?' Then she held up a hand, like I was going to interrupt her. She said 'Just think about it for a moment.. most serial killers kill because they like it. Right? They get this sick, twisted little thrill from it. Like your brother. So if a 'master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom' could he be saying that a killer is merely a slave to his own sadistic whims? That a man kills because he is drawn to and he can't help himself?' She looked so cute, being so serio

she pleaded. Doubt again crept into my mind. I looked into her eyes, those deep, soulful eyes that had once brought me comfort, now brimming with genuine pain. But I pushed those feelings aside. I was the motherfucking mafia don, feared by many. I couldn't let emotions cloud my judgment. “Tell me this,” I began. “What do you know about the Puppet Master?” Her expression twisted into one of genuine confusion, her brow furrowing. “I don’t know who that is.”

She revealed how she had been coerced by a powerful individual known as the Puppetmaster, forced to betray her friends and set into motion a series of events that would tear their lives apart. As Sarah spoke, her words painted a picture of a mastermind who thrived on manipulation and control. The Puppetmaster had orchestrated the entire chain of events, orchestrating betrayals, sowing seeds of doubt, and exploiting vulnerabilities. It was a web of deceit so intricate that even the most careful of observers could be easily ensnared. Listening intently, Alex felt a mixture of anger and sadness. They had trusted Sarah, and her betrayal cut deep. But amidst the pain, they also understood that sh

I whispered, voice trembling as I hurried to explain, desperate for him to understand. Maybe he didn’t know. He was a priest, after all. He wouldn’t understand the ugly, sinful urges of the flesh. Maybe that was why he wanted me to recreate it. “Father, I—I apologize. Whenever I think of you like that… I touch myself. I know it’s wrong, I know it’s bad, but I can’t help it—” “Then do it now.” He cut clean through my confession. My breath caught. My eyes flew wide. “W-what?” I stammered, stunned, but his voice never wavered.