Puppet Quotes Novels & Stories

The rogue smiles. I had enough and stepped forward beside Owen, not letting go of his hand. “Listen up! Gollum, from Lord of the Rings, you are doing a whole lot of this...” I make a talking puppet with my free hand, “and we need you to do this…” I shut my hand puppet’s mouth closed. “If you going to talk in riddles then you can have a nice evening… somewhere else… Go find your ring and throw yourself into a raging volcano or something.” I make a shooing motion with my free hand. “So, the pet does speak! HAHAHAHAHAHA.” The rogue laughs again while a mutter of snickering echoes behind him. “Come with us, Pet! Or we will kill your little pathetic friends.” He says as he licked his dry cracked

Liana stared at me, dumbfounded for a few seconds, and then imprudently enough, nodded her little head in understanding. "So don't fret over trifling stuff like that, and just aim to remember all my teachings sincerely, okay?" I said in the demeanour of a learnt adult. "I shall heed well to your every lesson, My Liege." She bobbed her head in quite enthusiasm, and I was pretty satisfied with her current attitude towards my teachings. "Alright, to commemorate your successful learning so far, I will teach you another enlightening quote by a very famous personality, repeat after me, 'Opportunities knock on your door only once. But temptation.... that b*tch leans on the damn doorbell.'"

She replied. My eyes caught a glimpse of something that took me back to when I was a child. I had no idea why it caught my attention or even why it bothered me so much. I just knew that there was something about that object that scared me. Ava must have noticed me staring at the object before she spoke. "Oh, I got that from an unknown admirer, he calls himself the Puppeteer, very scary person," Ava said quietly as she studied the puppet that looked like her in an eerie sort of way.

"Everything went according to your orders." “Are you sure you put the poison in?” “Yes. I put it in myself.” "Excellent!" Carl laughed softly. His voice echoed strangely and coldly in the quiet, dimly lit room. The cheer in his laughter sounded thoroughly toxic. "You can always be relied upon, Uncle. Just as I expected from the beginning. A desperate old man always makes the best pawn."

Third POV. “What drug? Aunty, did you use drugs to make such a puppet?” Leila asked as she pretended to be curious. “It isn’t a puppet! It is one of my armies!” Oizys shouted angrily, making both Leila and the Alpha speechless. “An army? Then what are we? It is just a puppet cause it can’t talk and does everything you tell it to!” The alpha said in his mind but he couldn’t say it lousy afraid of what might become of him.

“We speak first when it’s about us. About heirs. About altars. About cults. No more letting elders discuss us in the third person while we sit there like carved wolves on a shelf.” His mouth twitched. “You and your shelves.” “Trauma,” she said lightly, then, more seriously, “Three: we don’t let them turn us into propaganda puppets.” He looked at her, curious. “Define puppet.” “Faces without voices,” she said. “Pretty paintings on banners. Names in speeches. Blessings at festivals. ‘Look at our heirs, standing together, isn’t everything fixed now?’ while they keep doing the same old shit behind us.” He grunted the agreement.

She was a target, and targets could fight back. “They’re trying to rewrite the narrative,” she said, scrolling through another wave of posts, “to make it look like I’m… unstable. Like I’m just a puppet in your empire.” “And what are you?” Adrian asked, voice low, deliberate. “A puppet? Or the queen of your own story?” Luna’s gaze hardened, fueled by a sudden clarity. “I’m no one’s puppet.” “Exactly,” he said, his eyes catching hers, intense and grounding. “Then let’s show them. Not with whispers, not with denials, but with absolute truth.”

she said and looked at the people and the surroundings. “What is it?” he asked, intrigued by her reaction. “It's kinda similar to a fairytale I’ve read to Azura some time ago… It’s called ‘Puss-in-Boots’,” Jacqueline muttered helplessly and, almost smiled when Diego angled a look of incomprehension at her. “Well… Puss-in-Boots is one of the most intelligent cats in the world of fantasy. He wanted to impress the king with the idea that his master was hugely important and rich. So, he pretended all the land they passed belonged to this character he made up called the Marquis of Carabas.”

} "There is only one way to find out." Zhi Ruo opened the door ever so quietly, feeling her way through the dark room. 'Sigh, it seems he wasn't at….' Flick! "Where have you been, young lady?" A deep voice ripped through the room. {Oops.} Relatable Quote ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ - I walk around like everything’s fine, but deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.

"But fіrѕt, tell me whо уоu are?" "I am уоur Puрру and you аrе my lоvеr, Sіr. Do уоu think thаt you could ever love mе, juѕt a little, nоw thаt you lіkе mе, Sir?" "Perhaps, Puрру, реrhарѕ. Quоtіng Mrѕ. Meyer: "Gооd things соmе tо those whо wait."