Grumpy Puppet Novels & Stories

Cole nudged me and motioned towards my back. I got up and turned around. And guess who graced us with their presence. It’s none other than Mr. Grumpy. He looked beyond angry though but in a hot kind of way. Bad Evelyn. Do not think like that for this entitled asshole. I imagined smoke coming out of his ears and bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Why do handsome guys always have to be like this? I turned around and sat down on my chair. “What are you doing?” Adrian asked me totally on the verge of shitting his pants.

Grump closed his lips and sealed it shut. Orlando chuckled as Grump got snarl by the mightiest female werewolf. Austin slightly let out a laughter. Boy are they in trouble. “You set me up,” said Grump, lowly talking to his alpha. Austin couldn’t help but give out a burst of butterflies. His son let out sound of giggles. Agatha’s eyes water with tears. What a happy reunion they are all having. They need more days like this than any. Solomon was stirring and making noises. Austin shuffle the blanket back and show Grump, his newborn pup.

"In fact, get out of my bed and be on your way already! You've gotten what you wanted, so be gone!" He laughs, but I'm not joking. I pull the blanket off his body, but the bastard doesn't budge. I grab his foot, intending to drag him off, but he reaches and pulls me to fall against his body, and then he fastens his hands around me. "Oh, look at you. Don't you know being this grumpy will give you wrinkles?" He pouts, and all I want to do is to bite his lip off. "I'm sorry." He suddenly murmurs out of the blue.

“They ate all the grapes!” This stupid little bitch. I know that I am cussing a lot in my mind lately, but can you blame me? “This isn’t really the time to be worrying about grapes.” “You bet it is!” Mammon growls, glaring at the flies like they have committed a huge crime. “I was craving grapes for days! That stupid Belzeebub. I’ll show him. I’ll kill all his flies!” I saw him fisting his hands, which ended up glowing.

Grumpy pulled me into his arms, rolled me under his body. His naked body. "Pull some kind of shit like that again, sweet girl, and I'll strap you down to my spanking bench. I'll force so many orgasms on you that you beg me not to touch you for months. I'll fill you with cum until it oozes from your pores. I'll have you shrieking my name until you lose your voice and then slide my cock in your mouth. Paint it with more cum to make it feel better." He pressed his nose to mine. "You NEVER try to do that again, do you hear me?"

I grasped for the nearby couch to steady myself, but my hand slipped, and I sank onto the cold floor. My gaze remained fixed on Mr. Grumpy's imposing figure, his piercing eyes seeming to bore into my soul. My lips parted, and a faint whisper escaped, "Mr. Grumpy."

I melted a little, but remained steadfast. “I mean it!” “Deal, Oscar the Grouch.” I made the corillation to the grumpy puppet Francine used to watch when she was a child, and chased her out of our apartment gleefully. Her squealing filled my heart with joy, and I couldn’t help but to laugh right along with her. ********************

"Grumpy" "Ugly" "You!" "you're lack of attention"

“Do not do that.” “Leave her alone,” she says. She takes a piece of pizza and hands it to the gray-haired rascal with black spots. “Can't you see he just wants a little bit?” “Okay! If he gets sick to his belly, you'll take care of him.” I look at her disapprovingly. “Nothing's going to happen to him, Grumpy,” she looks back at me, narrowing her eyes. “He's intolerant to human food,” I point out.

Alex and Gibson were instantly stunned. Unexpectedly, a hairless, rather puny but fleshy, half-a-meter long pig spoke in a language humans understood. How preposterous! “Are you a pig demon?” Alex asked as he looked at the fleshy pig in surprise. The fleshy pig stared straight out with its beady eyes and emitted a most discontented grunt. “Oink, oink! You’re the pig demon. I’m your Grandpa Pig!”