Wally Darling Puppet Novels & Stories

“CEO of Waffles! And Mommy is the tooth police!” “If I’m the tooth police,” I say, leaning back, “I’m starting with a mass arrest.” Poppy ducks behind Rhea’s legs, peeking out with big eyes. “I have lawyers.” Hazel lifts one of the puppets. “We request a recess. Our client needs snacks.” “Your client just ate four pieces of waffle.” “Lies,” Poppy fires back instantly. Rhea lifts an eyebrow. “She also said the ants in the kitchen are her friends and refused to let us move them.”

He looked okay at first glance, but on a second look… Willa stepped backward, her stomach dropped, and all color drained from her face. It was Aryan. The puppet wore a school uniform. “No… no…” she shuddered, but its smile widened. “They don’t see me… but I see them,” the puppet whispered, and just then its neck flipped. Blood dripped from its mouth, hitting the pristine floor. “Welcome to hell, Willa.”

I screamed as loud as I could. My fists struck the metal again and again. But it didn’t move. It was locked from the outside. Panic slowly crawled into my chest. Then suddenly— A voice spoke. From a speaker above me. Cold. Calm. Familiar. Dr. Wally. “In the next few minutes,” his voice echoed, “we will show you our wonderful creations.” My hands slowly dropped from the door. “You might recognize them.” A cold chill ran down my spine. “If you still have some usefulness,” he continued, “you will walk out of that room alive.”

Wills Watson placed Wal onto the crawling mat. She took off her shoes and changed her shoe cover before jumping onto it. She rubbed Wal's stomache and purposely said in a childish voice, "Wal, look, who am I?" Wal lay on the mat, flapping his hands and feet on the mat, mumbling, "Mom, mom." She looked at Wills Watson and said with a warm smile, "Tell me, is he calling me Mama?" "I think so." She pursed her lips. "But to call 'Mama' for seven months isn't too realistic, right? Besides, that's what he calls anyone he sees."

While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first floor. The young girl was always dressed in white dresses with lace and she always had this white tiger doll she used to carry around even after she became a teenager as if it was her most precious possession. At first when they started getting close, he did not really pay too much attention to her because although she was incredibly beautiful even at such a young age, he found her personality to be a bit unbearable.

Its head was disturbing—half bald. The remaining half was covered in half-burnt blonde half. It was like a Barbie doll that had survived a horror movie. Like Shockey… if Shockey had let the Joker do her makeup. My heart practically escaped my chest, and I nearly screamed, when a familiar voice came through. “Good morning, contestants,” the doll chimed sweetly. Its voice was manly, like that of a man in his late thirties. Its puppet like lips moving up and down in an eerie manner.

“Top me then… Top me and I’ll consider to forgive you, My Lovely Rendy Darling… Arrgghhkk…” Rendy Pluto smiled meaningfully. He began to divert his Pierre Darling’s manhood device into his mouth. While licking and sucking that lovable, sturdy and muscular manhood device, once in a while, Rendy Pluto’s fingers will twist really actively his Pierre Darling’s twin marbles hung down there. Pierre Zhaopardy could merely hiss, howl and growl endlessly and continuously, trying to absorb every dot of enjoyment sensation attacking all the cells of his straining body.