Novel & Cerita Synonyms For Puppet

the soft voice of her mother echoed from within, pulling her even deeper. Willa’s hand inched closer… “Mom…” she sobbed. “Touch the mirror… touch the mirror,” the puppets chanted, their smiles stretched like bent wires. “I love you, Willa,” the voice said. “I… hate you.” Willa snapped, and her eyes flashed as she locked eyes with the puppet. “Gotcha,” she smiled. And just then the puppets screamed… their cries echoed hauntingly. “No… no!” the crippled puppet cried, but it was too late. Willa had figured it out.

It seemed to appear out of thin air, the thick, viscous blood flowing endlessly from within the puppet's form. Gradually, the blood began seeping into the puppet's eyes, nose, and other facial features, making it look exactly like a desperate, helpless person filled with hatred who wanted revenge but was powerless to achieve it. "I'll kill you, Stanley. I must kill you and make you feel the same torment and suffering I endured…" The puppet's voice grew weaker but more venomous with each word. Stanley burst into maniacal laughter that echoed through the tomb like the sound of a madman celebrating his victory.

Are these hideous hounds made of the living, or the dead? Selina curled her lips into a sneer. Her eyes were cold as if frozen in ice. She raised her voice and mocked: - Ha ha, you humans have turned your kind into weapons now? Oralie saw that Selina was turning to look at puppets, so she watched too. Then, when Oralie heard the person next to her say this sentence, her blue eyes flickered slightly, then she slightly frowned and said: - The Silver Cross has announced that these puppets are made from death row inmates who deserve to die. But even so, it's so inhumane to do so...

She looked at Mona and exhaled heavily, “Do you know of a magic that could create a puppet version of a person?” “Yeah of course there is. You could use some medium for example wax, clays or sands.. so it would look like you except for the fact that you wouldn’t be harmed even if the puppet is destroyed.” “And if they are destroyed, those puppet will return to the medium it was used?” Rose saw Mona who nodded her head up and down, appearing confused as to how she knew about this. Rose massaged her forehead and sat down to her couch. She could see it would be useless for her to chase after the maid, especially when she would be long gone by now.

“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.

Classical music I recognized but didn’t know the name of, something sad, started to play, and the curtains were pulled back. A puppet “walked” in from the left. I recognized the puppet as the little blond-haired girl that Grace had owned before I moved in, but they had given her a paper crown and fancied up her dress with what I recognized as Grace’s headband I had made almost a year ago. “I’m so lonely,” the puppet said in Grace’s voice. “I have no one to play with, no one to tell secrets to, and no one to play games with.” A male puppet with a heavy crown walked in from the right, and a deep version of Chloe’s voice said, “I love you, but I can’t play with you all the time. I have many res

That would mean I need a notebook and a place to hide it. "Did you kidnap these two?" The calm one who I now know as John asks looking over at me, that's exactly what he's done! Is that something they do for the past time, kidnap people and force them to be their fake wives? okay this situation got immensely scarier "I'm kidding, but how did you get with someone that looks like this and make someone that looks like that?" He asks pointing at me than at Amelia who just woke up from a nap, we didn't make her someone else did and he kidnapped me forcing me to get with him!

The puppets moved. The mother-puppet lunged across the table and caught Andrei’s arm. He shook her away. The father-puppet rushed at him from behind and fastened to his back like a leech, trying to sink his teeth into his neck. Andrei tried to reach back and tear him away, but the creature caught his arm and twisted it. The mother-puppet dropped to her belly and crawled under the table, her teeth snapping as she sought the vulnerable flesh above his shredded boots. “Nagant!” Svetlana yelled.

he uttered. Seraphine’s eyes widened at disbelief in it. She thought some soul had possessed her body; that ‘Seraphine’ had her own character, understood emotions. No one would take her to be a puppet. If these puppets mingled around humans, no one would be aware of them; this is totally crazy to think about. “Wow,” that’s all she could utter.

Whirr. The puppet instantly glowed, and its eyes once again flashed with red light. However, this time, its gaze toward Andrius turned obedient and respectful. He had succeeded in subduing the Silverium Puppet!