Grumpy Puppet Novels & Stories

he said as he yawned, stretching his arms above his head. A puff of smoke appeared and enveloped his feet up to his lower legs. It slowly thickens. "What do you want?," a grumpy voice resonated from it, giving off a deep and strong accent. Looking down with a bored face, the smoke sufficed and revealed an Egyptian Sphynx cat looking back at him with an annoyed face. "Quit it, Pug. This is important," he answered and continued walking down the hallway, passing by the crowd earlier. "You know I heard, the second serving of ice cream is here so let's go. It'll be a great opportunity."

Lily tried to smile but failed as she whimpered with groans Her 'oldpapa finally explained with a heavy sigh "Darling...Not the strongest species that can be call friends, nor the most intelligent, but the most responsive to you" Lily finally stopped crying listening to her grandpa's gentle explanation "you will find out later, you…” he was shaking his head “-you don't have to search, later there will be someone you will meet without even realizing it" Lily nodded as her grandpa hugged her again

I asked softly, my heart clenched with pain when I saw how his eyes sparkled with joy after hearing the word Papa Gramps. "Pa!" He chuckled and clapped his chubby hands cutely. I bit my lower lip and sighed. Tears started to form in my eyes again. "Yes, Bubba. Papa Gramps won't..." I gasped before swallowing the lump in my throat. "Papa Gramps won't be able to visit you anymore, Kierro Achellus..." My baby's forehead slightly creased, like he was trying to process the words that I said. And later on, he frowned, like he didn't like what I said.

"As in Meyer or The Grouch?" Denver straightened. "The latter. Though it was because I found him in a dumpster as a pup, not because he's grumpy." Misty's face twisted with sympathy. "Poor baby." "He came out all right. And he's sure as hell not a baby anymore. He's a ninety-pound bed hog." Misty grinned at that and his brain emptied of everything but Wow. She had a helluva smile. They lapsed into silence, Misty watching him expectantly. For his part, Denver was trying to remember what the hell he was doing here. Oh yeah.

Even I think that’s too much. But of course, the tranquility and calm ambiance is broken by the entrance of one Mr. Grumpy. I might have spoken too soon because he is clearly in a bad mood and is willing to spread the joy. Oh, boy. He takes the grilled meat I had just finished cooking and unceremoniously plops down to a seat on the island. I might have been still asleep because I have never seen him act so petulantly. This must be a dream. “Care to share?” I point to the plate he is clutching and present my plate.

“How is she feeling Grump?” asked King Herod with a worried look. “Your Majesty, she will be fine. She just needs a lot of rest since it's her first transformation. She will get used to it soon.” Grump replied. Grump was one of the oldest werewolves in the kingdom, he was more of a healer and a doctor to the royal family. Tho not the modern society doctor. Grump gathered his properties together and left the room which Caroline had been brought into.

I flirted and he rolled his eyes, smiling. He clapped his eyes and some maids walked in, dishing out our meal for us, after which they walked out. "So what happened to grumpy Derek?" "What! Me, grumpy?" He exclaimed and I giggled. "Yes, you're grumpy." "I'm not grumpy, you just haven't seen me in my element," he muttered. "Why don't you show me what it looks like to be in your element?" I smiled slyly, daring. "I'll show you…….."

“Y-You…” His eyes darkened, a dangerous fire flaring behind his gaze. “You’re awake.” I tried to sit up. Failed. Mr. Yellow slapped my cheek lightly with a tiny paw. “Don’t move, darling, you look like a boiled cabbage.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered. “My self-esteem so needed that.” King Alpha Sparkly Abs turned to glare at the rabbit. “Did it just talk?” Mr. Yellow raised a paw. “Did you just interrupt our mystical cabbage funeral, Your Fluffiness?”

My jaw clenched, irritation crackling through the air around me. That woman dared to run away again? I took a step forward, anger rolling off me in waves. Then I froze. Something on the floor caught my eye. I bent down and picked it up. A Polaroid. In the photo, a scruffy, dirt-streaked wolf pup stared back at the camera, wary and defiant. Red eyes. Just like me.

JUPITER POV Keeping tabs on Grisha was as fun as it got. I still couldn’t believe that the little naïve girl with big-ass framed reading glasses was the golden phoenix who was going to bring us salvation and save the world from the hands of Anuka. It was still a very foreign concept even though I wanted to make deal with it. From the scrolls, Grisha would be strong, domineering, unstoppable. And the little girl who was not only 18 but also man-blood was really far from what was written in the scrolls! Well, except for her insanely dominating aura even though she was just meek, and pretty much killable!