Marionetta Characters Novels & Stories

When he doesn’t move, I stand still and stare him down till he says in a booming voice that matches his stature, “I assume you are Jason. My name is Marion, and I am here to take you back with me so the organization can have a talk with you. Don’t put up a fight or you may end up with a few broken bones.” Little does he know, I already have one broken arm, but I certainly don’t need to wrestle with this big man indeed. I surely would end up with another one, and then where would I be? Nodding, I take a step forward and ask, “Alright, but can you wait a few minutes while I grab my things?”

Mj whispered “is one of them Santa Claus?” Mara laughed and Mj could hear the commotion of people coming in through the backdoor. She couldn't help herself, her nerves were on edge so she continued to joke trying to take the edge off. “oh no I got it” Mj giggled, “one of your friends is the Easter Bunny and the other is a Chupacabra” she was really starting to enjoy herself now. “ No, no, wait I got it,” Mj giggled “all your friends are vicious man eating werebeasts and you're afraid im gonna judge you for having-” but before Mj could say another word Mara removed her hands and Mj blinked to clear the fog in her vision.

Lana's rejection cast a palpable sense of disappointment over everyone. Unable to suppress her curiosity any longer, Marion finally asked, "Could you please share what exactly happened?" Marion had withdrawn from all social interactions since the birth of Reagan, dedicating herself entirely to caring for him at the postpartum care center. Consequently, she remained oblivious to any events that might have unfolded outside during this time, including the incident involving someone impersonating Lana and her alleged involvement with various men. Mandy quickly filled her in on the details, leaving Marion stunned and speechless.

Just then, Adrian moaned. “Darling, can you fix him up?” he asked the woman beside him. She nodded curtly. He clapped his hands and beamed. “Wonderful,” he said to us. “Marietta can nurse him back to health. She’s very good at it. She has potions to help ease his withdrawal. He’ll be good as new in no time. Isn’t that right, lovely?” “Yes, Demetrius,” she said obediently. There was something off about her, a sadness, a resignation. She seemed devoid of character and personality. A little like an obedient child.

The three of them were in their last year of elementary school, the threshold of adolescence just within reach. “That idiot has liked you for a long time, which is why he always teases you. I've been watching him because I know you can handle his teasing. But what he did to you earlier, I couldn't let that pass,” Marius said, his voice filled with conviction. Lena could hear the anger in Marius's voice. As a close friend, she understood what Marius was going through, where he was coming from, and what was driving him. She had played Laura in their school play of "Florante at Laura." She had wanted Marius to play Florante, but he refused. In the end, the role went to Celso.

I knew how much he wanted me to be with Ariel, and the last thing I ever wanted was to disappoint him. Manny's father always knew how to put me at ease, he had the personality that could make anyone warm up to him instantly. I looked around the room and locked eyes with Ariel, Her eyes were on fire with anger, I'm sure if looks could kill I could be under the ground by now. "Excuse me everyone, this lovely lady is Marianna, she works at our firm" Mr. Jennings introduced me "What is she doing her?" Ariel hissed

Marcel didn’t know how long he had been asleep until Ronnie came out and approached him. “Wake up, slacker!” Ronnie scolded Marcel while kicking his knee, making his brother-in-law grimace before finally getting up from his position. “Help your housemaid clean up the house,” Ronnie ordered. “Then you can eat.” “Yes,” Marcel nodded, pretending to stagger, so Ronnie would know how weak he was. Marcel worked quite nimbly and only slowed down his movements when Shirley appeared or Ciko deliberately watched him. “After this, I’ll continue working outside, okay?” said Marcel after he finished wiping down his mother-in-law’s collection of furniture, which mostly consisted of antique flower vases.

A few seconds later the simple door was opened by a handsome man whom Alessandro knew as Zephyr's servant. “Where's Zephyr? I need to meet him!" explained the prince before being asked by the person. “Lord Zephyr is going to the cave with Marion. They are looking for medicinal plants. What do you need with them?” "When are they coming back?" "Maybe soon—ah there they are!" explained the person then ran towards Marion and his master who was carrying a large basket filled with medicinal plants, poisons and fungi that they can eat like people in general. Marion was indeed the undead. She couldn't have babies or eat the food people used to eat. But sometimes she does things that she deems necess

I definitely need those magic hands more than Arturo does. “That lady in the blue suit did keep targeting you for some reason. You were definitely the youngest in the match. Maybe that’s why.” “What does that have to do with anything?” I whine. “Some people hate that there are others with way more life ahead of them.” Marion says matter-of-factly. “Well that’s not fair. She wasn’t that old. She definitely wasn’t as old as you.” “Yes, Darling but not everyone can have a character as developed and as sophisticated as mine.” She says in that smug way she always does.

Meryl felt as if her face had been hit by a truck, and her body slammed into the wall. Then she slumped to the ground, unable to move. However, that was not her actual body. It was only her puppet. "Zenith Organization nonsense!" Marshawn cursed as he stomped on the puppet. Then, he punched it and sent it flying to the corner of the room! A sound like a gale passing through arrived, followed by a muffled groan from the corner. Meryl, clutching her chest, walked out of the corner, her eyes filled with malice. "You don't appreciate what you have. The organization's leader holds you in high regard—"