Barb X Poppy Novels & Stories

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

She was taken aback by the sight of Barb with her head in the toilet. Barb slowly raised her head and looked at her. Her face, that was usually a cream pale, was hot pink. Her long brown hair was in a ponytail. “Close the door,” she croaked hoarsely. “It’s not a secret, but I’m not trying to advertise it either.” Patty slowly closed the door behind her. She stepped into the bathroom. “What’s not a secret?” “That we share the same condition,” Barb said. Shit. She’s pregnant, too?

Immediately after I'd taken a small sip of the drink, my head started to spin and my body felt weak. I cursed inwardly. The drink was laced with wolfsbane. I tried my best to walk away, but Blaise clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me into a room. My eyes widened in shock, and I tried to break free from his grip. "Let go of me! Help!" I screamed. "Stay still, Olivia. I know you still have a crush on me. Once I mark you, we'll be able to spend the rest of our lives together," he said as he tore my collar open.

I chuckled. “Me neither,” I said before we were focusing on Barb. She was eyeing us before she shook her head. “Uh uh, not me as well. I think Brad will be happy but I will enjoy his sinful body first before I let another took him over me,” Barb said before she was sipping on her champagne. I laughed before Dylan was asking me for a dance. And the others went dancing away as well. I smiled before Dylan cause tonight has been the perfect night of my life.

I asked him to do it again and when he was about pecking my cheeks I turned my head and it landed on my lips. I quickly took the snap before we could disengage. He stared at me and I kept my gaze on the pictures. "They are beautiful." I said and he nodded walking away. There were butterflies In my belly, knowing these pictures would send enough message to Stefan when he sees it.

Gripping the bar firmly with both hands, she inhaled deeply and pushed upward with all her strength. The barbell rose. Slowly. Forty-five kilograms hovered above her chest as her arms strained toward full extension. Just as they neared the top— Her right shoulder suddenly trembled. A sharp wobble ran through the bar. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Then— Bang! The barbell slipped from her grip and crashed down at an angle, slamming painfully against her chest and shoulder. A tearing pain shot through Poppy’s right shoulder, and cold sweat instantly beaded along her temples.

But this woman isn’t Ophelia. Wavy blonde hair, high-heeled boots, and a designer-brand skater dress stands before me. Her smile deepens, but when she lifts her sunglasses onto her head, her dark eyes flash with a deep, smug expression that turns my mood sour. “Ashy Love!” Courtney Roberts sings out. “There you are!”

Chaotic. Jared crossed his arms. "They both acknowledged each other's strengths. Kieran's strength was massive than Barbie." They watched as the ground beneath Barbie gave up, creating a massive crater before vines started to crawl up her legs. "But Barbie, despite her small figure, was faster with or without the aid of her lightning." They saw Barbie's smirk from the screen and they knew the it's over.

Evander replied, then turned his attention back to the pile of wood he was going to use to make the fire. Poppy blinked in confusion, wondering why she felt that the events of the moment had unfolded so quickly. Especially when she saw Charles slowly walking away from where Evander was. Although she felt that something was odd between Charles and Evander, Poppy didn't have time to ask them about it. Poppy hurriedly brought Arabella closer to the bonfire that was starting to burn, followed by Jason and Lily behind her. “Since we have guests today, it seems like the perfect time to have a barbecue, right?” Poppy grinned as she showed the tray that she, Lily, and Jason were carrying.