Confessions Of A Puppet Master Novels & Stories

He said it so easily and now I had no choice but to believe Miller when she said Hudson was nothing but a pawn. The true mastermind was Palmer. I took a step closer, leaning forward, I said, “Tell me something. Did he ever know he was a puppet, that you were merely using him to stir trouble?” Palmer’s jaw tensed slightly, but his expression didn’t falter. “Or did he believe he had a real purpose? A real cause?” I added. “You’re the one pulling the strings, aren’t you?” His smile dropped at my words, his lips thinning. “You think I’m a traitor?” He sounded like he was hurt but it was the other way around.

This was dangerous. My lips parted. "Yes, Father." “Tell me your sins.” My pulse thudded in my throat. My confession wasn’t for God. It was for him. Whoever he was behind that screen. "I've had impure thoughts." A long pause. “Continue.” “About submission. Hands pinning me down. Being taken without mercy.” Another silence. Then, a shift. Wood creaked. My skin prickled. "And do you seek forgiveness?" “No.” Silence again.

“I brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

Seeing the woman you've been dreaming of was being tortured by other people is so freaking painful. After I found out that Dylan isn't treating her right, I tried to steal her, but the fact that I was the one who caused her brother's accident scared me. I turned into a coward again. I let her suffer. I watched her cry, but I couldn't take it anymore, so I made my feelings clear to her. "Are you sure about your plans, Jacob? They're married. It won't be easy to take Samantha away." I nodded at Theo, determined to do what I wanted. I should've told her about my feelings a long time ago. This confession has been long overdue, so I gathered all my strength and swallowed my fear. I confessed to h

Business at Walmart had not been very good to begin with, and now the number of customers had dropped by nearly half. However, on the fourth day, after Sean had encountered trouble twice, Abimanyu finally found the mastermind behind all of this. "Young Master Sean, I finally caught that dog today, but he refuses to say who is backing him. How do you want to deal with him?" As soon as he caught the mastermind, Abimanyu immediately called Sean for instructions. "Send me the location. I'll go over and take a look." After speaking, Sean hung up. He wanted to see who was behind this.

he muttered, "What we'd just killed, was a Corpse Puppet; the strongest of all puppets that could be animated. It is an abomination of extreme evil, being constructed by a still-living person. That very Puppet carried at least two decades of grudge in it, hence its unimaginable sturdiness." He heard astonished gasps and hushed murmurs rising from within the company now peering at him. But he was hardly surprised by their reactions; most, if not all, of the company were young elites of the present world. It was only understandable that they had not heard of such a diabolical contrivance from the mouths of their elders. "Amitabha... Very well... Never have I ever imagined that anyone could be

“Piper, from the beginning, I’ve always felt you were the one for me. I did those awful things to you to make you realise the world isn’t always sweet. Only by giving in to the dark side can you be the master.” You raped me! My mind was screaming. I calmed myself. You broke me and prevented me from performing martial arts! Another part of me shouted. But now, hadn’t I recovered? I couldn’t forget my worst fears, even then, but I couldn’t let my hatred for Lenard Lee derail my plans. I huffed in displeasure. “What am I to you, Master? Am I just a sex doll? Or your sex slave?” He tickled my chin. “Sex slave, hmm. I think I like the sound of it. That means I’m not going to let you off again.”

Mask smiled telepathically. “So I wanted to ask if they’re dummies like you.” Alex knew that he could tell it as well. Those two people were puppet people that humans had made. Alex initially thought that the topic would end here. To his surprise, this guy seemed to be a socially awkward person previously, but he suddenly turned into chatter and asked, “Hey, what’s going on between you and that woman? Do you really have four children with her master?” Alex was helpless. “Do you believe it?”

Compared to those around her, she was still too weak, too insignificant. A frown formed on his face, and worry laced his tone while he questioned, “Who was that person you met? Did you get hurt?” “No, I am fine. I am sure that person wanted to give a scare, rather than hurting me. Heck! I don’t even know if he could be classified as a person. Whom I met today is the puppeteer. The mastermind behind all of it. That person and I— we must have a long history. One that I can’t remember. It was through the body of Daniel Chizer,” Seraphine uttered.

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.