Book Poppy Novels & Stories

"Naalala ko ang kwento ni Lola Carmen tungkol sa'yo noong bata ka pa. Medyo may pagkamaton daw ang galaw mo at madalas ang mga kabarkada ay lalaki kaya natakot siyang baka maging tibo ka. Pinipilit ka niyang pasuotin ng bestida upang matanim sa isip mo na babae ka at balang araw ay magdadalaga. Pero kahit dalagita ka na'y sobrang bubbly mo pa ring kumilos. Hyper na hyper kaya lagi niyang ipinagdadasal na sana’y magbago ka. Na sana maging mahinhin ka na binibini at marunong gumalaw ng pino. Kaya lihim siyang nagpasalamat nang pumasok ka sa pagiging modelo dahil naging dalaga na ang mga kilos mo. Pero ang pagiging bubbly mo ang nagustuhan ko. Iyong tumatawid ka sa pilapil ng palayan ng walang

After passing over all the files on Camden, I went over our daily interactions, nicknames, and special milestones before flashing Cassie an encouraging smile. “That’s pretty much everything. Good luck. You’ve got this.” [Not going to lie. Poppy knows her stuff when it comes to men. 200GB of notes? It should take more than a month to go through the whole thing.] [Poppy’s only working hard because she’s there for support. She’s no main character. She has to cram just to earn the tiniest favor. Cassie is born to be the heroine. She doesn’t need to try for these male leads to fall head over heels in love with her.]

I told him the same drink was fine; it was good. Michael went to the bar and waited to get the bartender’s attention. I sat alone and enjoyed my cigarette. I looked around the room and noticed a guy checking me out. He was cute, so I smiled at him. I guess he took that as an invitation because he walked over to me. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Poppy,” I replied, smiling. “That’s a pretty name, Poppy,” he said. “A pretty name for a pretty girl. Can I buy you a drink?”

Asked one of the servants, who saw Poppy enter the library and approached her quickly. “No, I don't need it. I'll only be here for a moment.” Poppy declined, softly driving the maid away. Poppy wants to find a book she shouldn't read. She doesn't want to draw attention, let alone have the maid suspect her and squeal on Robin.

"Annie, look at you. You've been so busy handing out milkshakes that you haven't even had a sip yourself! Go on, have a sip." I took the milkshake from my roommate's hand and brought the straw up to her lips. "No, Sienna, you should drink it. I bought this to welcome you, after all." Annie Redwood waved her hands quickly, pushing the milkshake back toward me. However, I saw how her eyes lingered on my lips, unable to hide the anticipation as she waited for me to take a sip.

I said walking to turn off my lamp and to pick up my book that lay on the floor. “Did you see anything this time” Poppy replied seeing that the curtain was still open slightly from last night letting in the morning sun. Poppy is the only person who I’ve told about the strange howling that has been happening as she is my best friend since we were small, playing on the floor with our toys whilst our fathers were working in the King’s office discussing the best new laws to introduce. “No, nothing again. Not sure why I keep hearing it so close to my room?” I lied, as I felt like this might be something dangerous or make her worry if I told her what was going on and what I saw. “Did you need some

Myrna said as she helped Poppy out of another dress before handing her a fluffy white robe, “And I am so sorry I called you a brat. I understand now, sort of, why you got so upset.” “Thank you.” Poppy wasn’t sure what to say. It’s all right wasn’t the right statement, because it wasn’t. Nothing about her past was alright and assumptions made were never OK. But she also kind of understood. “Trust me, Poppy, you are not a toy, not a doll, not a flavor of the month.” Patting Poppy’s hand, Myrna poured a cup of tea for both of them.

It’s not how I imagined our first kiss was like and suddenly, anxiety fills me. Is she real? Genuinely, positively real? She stares into my eyes and I’d like to believe she is. The bottle of champagne is brought out, and without either of us looking, the cork is popped. We both jump, Ophelia giving out a shout, taking our attention away from one another. The glasses quickly fill up with bubbly. We each take one, and I hold mine up for a quick speech. “To you, Ophelia. You deserve this,” I toast, taking my drink as she does the same.

✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧ "It's okay, Poppy. We won't force you to share—" "Daddy used to love me so much," Poppy whispered, causing Mommy to fall silent. Poppy lowered her gaze, fiddling with her fingers. "When I was little... he was always with me. We would always eat together. Whenever I was sick, he would be restless. When I was sad because I missed Mommy, he’d do anything to make me happy. B-But… ever since Mommy Jody brought Chloe to the mansion…" Poppy's voice hitched, "—he stopped paying attention to me. He was always angry with me. He’d always scold me even when I hadn’t… d-done anything wrong. And… from that point on, he stopped calling me his daughter. It was always Chloe. He didn’t want

"I am sorry baby girl, you are so strong, so much stronger than me. Jordan Baker is an arrogant douche. Let him lust after you until he has blue balls. Serves him right. He is just used to getting what he wants and women pawning over him. His ego is probably bruised because you are not like the usual women he is used to. So he is trying to get you to Crack." That made me smile. Chloe could always do that. "I doubt that man has ever had blue balls in his entire life, but it's a fan fantasy." "Well there's always a first time for everything." Chloe has always been the fun one, i always envied how she lived her life without caring about anything, her slogan was always, you're only young once, y