The Master Puppeteer Book Novels & Stories

She grinned, patting my head. Her words blended into the background because all I was hearing were my wailing sounds, tears trickling down my eyes in endless torrents. My heart clenched at the thoughts of not seeing dad again. All of a sudden, I felt numb, void, and helpless. "Let's get you home, pet. Better still, I can ravish your ripe little body with Miriam as our audience". He loosened the ropes binding me to the chair and yanked me up, hauling me to his chest. I was like a puppet and he, the puppet master. A sudden weakness overtook me that I lost interest in fighting back.

"I'm your puppet, Master." "No human or other vampire can mesmerize you. A puppet can't be hypnotized. It is silly to even try." An image of someone swinging a pocket watch in front of a wooden puppet appears briefly in my mind. "A puppet can only be controlled by the one who holds her strings. Who will always hold your strings, Misty?" "You, Master." I feel Master's hand brush along my neck where he bit me last night. My body shudders with a combination of desire and fear. Mostly desire. Part of me wants to feel the mind blowing pleasure of his bit again, right now, even if it would kill me.

She can't ruin my day because the master was kind to me today. ***** After a week I was done with the book. I waited for two more days when it was my turn to serve the master and I took the book along with me,lucky he was in the library. He stays in the library a lot. He must have a lot of work to do. When I got to the door Fred opened the door for me and I walked in. I greeted the master,he didn't respond, he was busy with paperwork,are masters always this busy? I wonder what he needs paperwork for,how would I know I am just a maid who knows nothing about politics.

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

No matter what happened, he will always have the upper hand and the last say in the situation. 'Maybe this was really all that was written in my fate. I am used to this kind of set up anyway. So I don't think it would be an issue. Well at least, now, my master is a boy witch and not a devil incarnate.' Abby thought to herself as she realized how she escaped her years of servant ship with her abusive stepfamily, only to end up entering mastership to another person. Meanwhile, taking Abby's lack of response as a sign that he was actually winning the argument, Eugene gave himself a private laugh. But outside, he retained the dead-serious expression that he had been sporting on his face.

"Yes, Sir. I do." From behind me, my Master's voice. "What will you use, Richard?" Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. "Perhaps something with more bite?" He speaks as though musing to himself. Moving to be more within my vision... Deliberately? For sure... ... he picks out a crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out another item: a rubber paddle.

That thing must have been a puppet, as he could not feel any signs of life from it earlier. But it was not a Corpse Puppet. A Corpse Puppet was the most ominous puppet of all and it did not have a mind of its own. The Corpse Refinery Sect was the best at refining them. However, that puppet seemed to have a certain extent of its own mind and was way more powerful than a Corpse Puppet from the Corpse Refinery Sect. But he really could not piece it together who the ice-sealed man was. A being with 12 puppets that were in such defiance of the natural order would have been unchallengeable in the human realm.

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?

The waitress was surprised to find out that the Young Master she had been trying to get close to, was the one who had done it. "Rip his mouth, Roy. How dare he insult my wife!!!" Deffin shouted angrily. "And, throw him into the interior of another country, I don't want to be in the same country with him." An order that could not be refuted. The secretary immediately took out the folding knife in his pocket. Srrreett... Not too wide but painful enough, this was a common occurrence, physical torture of servants' mistakes was like a tradition that his grandfather Deffin had created, it was Roy's hands that punished them, because since childhood Roy was educated directly by Deffin's grandfather.

I tore open the bag and spread the food across the ground. Laura bent forward, swaying her hips as she crawled to the scattered food. Her movements were exaggerated, and her joy seemed almost genuine. The whole scene made my blood rush hot. I had heard of girls with… unconventional tastes, but I never thought I'd see something straight out of an adult film unfold before my eyes. "Master, I want more…" Her voice dripped with a pleading tone that made me question everything. Why was she doing this? "Fine. Finish eating first. Then we'll talk."