Poppy Scrapbook Trolls

"My whole life changed after my mother's death. I was an orphan just before some time and now, I am a witch, the next heir of Witchdom, a princess, the owner of the most powerful wand on earth." A 16 years old girl- a female protagonist was spending her life with her mother at her uncles' house, where she was having a difficult life. Her life changed when her mother died and she met her grandmother who was a witch and the Queen of the WitchDom, and she was the next heir. With a confused mind and situation, she began her adventure, her journey toward many mysteries. When She met a few students in WWS, they become a part of her journey. The doors of many past mysteries will open with her, She will unleash the invincible power of the most powerful wand. The long-lost revenge was on her way. So many mysteries, misunderstandings, new faces will lead her to a long journey. With the help of her friends and her love the journey to find the truth, will she succeed? What will happen when she faces the evil witch? The most dangerous creature on earth? So much suspense. So many heartbreaks, So many mysteries. So many past stories. What will she choose? What does her fate want? Will she be able to find the powers she was fated for? Witness her journey from a normal girl to the greatest witch of the decade with the help of her family, friends, and her only love.

Mature Content Warning. This book is made mainly for adults. It contains explicit sex scene, Affair partner (cheating), strong languages, and Every other mature themes. You're welcome to read at your pleasure 😜😜😜 Poppy's Secret Confession {Steamy Diary} brings you the full confession of a married woman's raw, unapologetic *true-life woven into fantasy* erotic stories where all her fantasies weren't just fantasies that she imagined, she lived them. leaving behind tension and embracing, exploring and allowing pleasure to take over. These stories are fast, hot, messy with a twist in most erotic way.

My ex-husband Giacomo and my brother's widow, Zoya, are the reason I went to prison. Seven years. Gone. I crunched leaves on the way to Carlo's grave and—of course—they're there. Together. Right in front of his headstone. "Jessica?" His voice shook. Fake surprise. He wiped his eye like that meant something. "I've been looking for you for seven years. I thought you... were gone. "Where have you been all these years? Why didn't you ever contact me?" I said nothing. He kept going. "You're still mad about what happened? I had my reasons." 'Reasons?' I looked at him. Almost laughed. He and Carlo's woman killed Carlo. Framed me, kicked me out, and sent me to prison. He took half my life. And now he's talking about reasons—standing at Carlo's grave. But seven years of torment burned everything down. Love. Hate. All of it.

Seven years into our marriage, I went to the hospital as usual to bring Jason Gunn lunch. But as I stood outside his office, I overheard his colleagues teasing him about a patient, calling her his girlfriend. To my shock, Jason didn't deny it—he simply smiled and allowed it. I placed the lunchbox down and turned to leave. He rushed after me, angrily accusing me of being unreasonable. "Zara is just a patient, someone who had surgery. She can't be stressed out. I'm a doctor! Can't you, as my wife, understand that?" In the past, I would have exploded, causing a scene and making the entire hospital chaotic. But now, I didn't care anymore.

My best friend breaks down and accuses me of skimming family shipments, which cost us billions. Without hesitation, my fiance, Don Scarpa Falcone, points a gun at me. The bullet grazes my ear. He sends me to prison himself, then gets engaged to my best friend instead. Before I'm taken away, the family butler begs him, "You raised her yourself. She's your fiancee. You can't just ruin her life like this!" "Break the rules, and pay in blood," he says, polishing his gun. "As for her future, I'll decide that later." Five years later, I walk out of prison. The entire Falcone family is waiting at the gate with him, as if my freedom were a handout. "Looks like you've learned your lesson. It's time to return and get back to work. Don't do anything stupid again," he says. I ignore him and walk straight to the stretch Lincoln behind him. The door opens. Chris Corleone, the king of the Aurelian underworld, raises his glass to me. "Welcome back, partner."

The night before my wedding, my best friend flew back from overseas to attend my bachelor party. We were just having a few drinks when his stomach started acting up, so I quickly reached into his bag for his medication. Instead of pills, I found a naughty remote control. I grinned mischievously and waved a hand toward him. “Didn’t know you were getting this wild overseas, man.” He smiled awkwardly and told me to just hand him the medicine and not to touch anything else. Alas, his reaction made me even more curious. So I purposely pressed on one of the buttons. The next second, my fiancee, who was sitting right next to us, shuddered.