Marionette Fnaf Novels & Stories

I wasn't going to have any of it. I ended the call at once as I slowly approached the door of my house. "Mum" I kept on knocking on the door but no one answered me. The lights were switched off and I could tell that it was either my mum and little sister were asleep or they were about to sleep. "Mum it's me, Mara, please open the door mom. I am starving" I kept on knocking but yet no reply and it also began to rain heavily. My eyes widened when I saw those men again from afar and they were approaching me.

"What is your decision, Sire?" Ronan took a deep breath, his chest heaving. The rage still simmered, but a chilling resolve had settled over me. "Marceline," he announced, his voice resonating through the silent throne room. "I hereby banish you from the Mountain Dew Pack. If you ever set foot in our territory again, you'll be killed on sight." He turned to face her, his gaze locking with hers, leaving no room for doubt. "This is the height of my mercy I can give you."

she rasped, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. The name, a powerful entity in the infernal hierarchy, caused Andro to falter for a brief, but crucial moment. He glanced at Elena, a flicker of unease crossing his demonic features. That moment of hesitation was his undoing. With a silent flick of her wrist, Elena unleashed a torrent of shimmering energy. "Marionette!" she chanted, the word resonating with power. Wispy, translucent strings materialized from thin air, slithering towards Andro like deadly serpents. They coiled around his thrashing form, binding him tightly with an invisible grip.

“And also perfect. Thank you.” Freya glowed. Ronan watched me eat the unholy combination with a look of horrified fascination. “If the pup comes out with your stubbornness and Naomi’s taste,” he muttered, “we’re doomed.” “Relax,” Naomi said airily. “I’ll teach them the important things. Sarcasm. Boundary setting. How to fake a cough to get out of boring meetings.” Ronan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Morwen,” he called. “Is there a spell to protect my child from Naomi?”

A long sharp claw suddenly grew from her left hands, “if you move, I swear I will kill this old hag!” Marion quickly moaned, as she became panic, “Renee, I’m your friend!” “We are not friends, Marion, I'm just using you for my own benefit.” ***

And just like that, she turned on her heel and sauntered away, her little minions trailing behind her. I exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. I really don’t like her. And soon enough, I am going to put her in her place. "Don’t mind her," Fiona muttered, stepping closer. "Mariann is Madam Gianna’s personal maid. They are close. And since Gianna doesn’t like you, Mariann thinks it’s her life’s mission to be a bitch." I let out a short laugh. "Oh, don’t worry. I know how to deal with bitches." I bent down to clean up the mess, shaking my head. "Thanks for sticking up for me, though."

She winked at him, catching him staring at her pussy. "Naughty much, Nikki, going with no panties on?" the other woman spoke up. Aaron had learned she was a petite Filipino woman named Marinella. She had small breasts, but wore a slutty maid's outfit that complimented her darker skin and showed off her legs. She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure. She was definitely very cute. "Says the girl in the slutty maid outfit?" she said, laughing.

* Mason: *Which is. Noah: *You already know what it is. That's why you're texting me at eight pm on a Sunday.* Mason put his phone down. He looked at the ceiling. He picked his phone back up. Noah: *Say it out loud. Even just to yourself. It helps.* Mason looked at this message for a long time. He did not type anything back.

Fawn screamed, instinctively struggling, but her resistance was cut short by the sharp prick of a needle in her arm, cold liquid seeping into her veins. "Fawn, you didn’t follow through with your promise. Now, how should I punish you?" The disgusting voice made her skin crawl. "You... why is it you?" she stammered, recognizing the old man. "Why wouldn’t it be me?" he sneered, laughing as he pushed her onto the bed. "I’ll visit your parents tomorrow to ask for your hand. But tonight... you’ll behave yourself!" "No!" she cried out. ... Outside the bar. Maria sat in her car, sending a transfer from her virtual account before driving off.

Marion said, and the door creaked open like it belonged to her. She entered with that damnable silk robe dragging behind her like a tail. Her hair was pinned tight, not a strand out of place. Her smile held poison. The kind that took days to kill you. “You’ve been cooped up here for days,” she said, closing the door like I’d invited her in. “Do you miss your self-loving, narcissist sons that much? Or has the Omega designation finally caught up with you, second Luna? Wasting sickness does run in your kind.”