Boxten X Poppy Novels & Stories

I proffered. “That's highly unlikely, I'm afraid. The drug she's addicted to is quite rare and difficult to get. It's made from the seeds of the Papaver Somniferum, commonly known as the Poppy plant. The problem is, this isn't regular opium, it's a different derivative, one that's lesser known and is most commonly made by hand. So there's no way it could have just found its way into her diet. Since Jaselyn wasn't consciously taking this drug and her doctor hid this fact despite knowing, there can only be one explanation.” The doctor said and paused.

By the time I’ve finished half my cup, headlights light up the street and stop outside the house. Jaxon shoots up from the couch. “Auntie Pops!” he shouts, racing for the door before I can even set the cup down. “Slow down, Jax,” I call after him, but he’s already there, yanking it open. I pull up my collar, making sure my mate marks are covered before following him. Poppy stands on the step, a wide grin on her face and her arms full of stacked pizza boxes. “Special delivery!” she announces.

there's frustration in his voice. He really hate me the same. Just because of those seedling? “They are not just seedling,” he said as if saw through the deepest of my soul the doubt of him and his call of what he's doing. I gulp when his freezing hands touch mine, with a gentle brush of my fingertips. “Arsy...” my eyes widened. He giggled, gone the serious face. “Now,” he said in excitement, “let's learn how to use those seedling to our advantage, Pyro!”

“They got here before we did, they must’ve had a tip that we were coming and cleared out the place. Although we were able to get our hands on something they forgot to clear out this-“ he waved one of the guys over and he rushed to us with a small dirty box. He unlocked it and pushed it opened, it looked like it hadn’t been used on the outside for many years and then on the inner it was a casing with tiny bottles tagged with labels. “What are these?” Henry asked squinting down to take a better look at the box. “Wolfsbane.” “I don’t understand, why is it in small tubes like this?” Henry’s questions aligned with mine as I stared. It wasn’t a surprise that they had it but something didn’t add up

She was balancing two boxes stacked higher than her head. “Need a hand?” I asked. She tilted her head around the boxes and grinned. “If you don’t mind.” I grabbed the top box from her and followed her toward the lab. As we walked I noticed the glass beakers and flasks in the box I was carrying. “New shipments?” I asked. “Yes, they are.” She replied. “We're working on a new drug that could heighten the physical attributes of our agents. Y'know make them stronger, faster, smarter even.”

Right now, I have big bosses coming from Cuba, and Guam ready to pick up their package. Yes. Package. A heavy one full of a newly-produced drug called Xtaxxi, created from my very own hired chemists. A gram of this powder was worth twenty-five thousand Euros. It could cause immediate hallucinations after inhaling. Sends the person into overdrive and high for a couple of days. Pretty much like the common narcotic drugs, but much much more liberating and with few to almost no side effects. It’s very addictive so to speak. That’s how power-packed the product is.

In an instant, the big box was tumbling down, and I shut my eyes tightly, bracing for the impact on my poor head when I felt something pressed against my leg. Cracking open my eyes slowly, Daniel was leaning over me, his arm hoisting up the box in position. I could feel his breath on my face. When the box had firmly been fixed, he slumped back down, breathing heavily. His hand had found its way back to mine on the floor. We both looked at our hands on the floor, then at each other's faces. None of us pulled away. I couldn't tell if it was the adrenaline from the run, or if it was my own selfish desires, but I was feeling bold right now.

She threw a vicious hook that landed square on her opponent's nose and shattered it instantly. Blood splattered across her tank top. Without even catching her breath, she stepped on the fallen fighter's chest and flashed the audience a wild, defiant smirk. At that moment, she was dazzling enough to draw everyone's attention. However, what caught my eye wasn't her athletic body, nor was it her cold, beautiful face. When I pressed the red button beside me, the entire arena erupted. In the underground boxing world, that button meant only one thing—no matter how high anyone else bid, I would raise it without limit until I won ownership of the fighter.

Kit wanted to cry in frustration when his voice came out breathless, more of a moan than speech. Clamping his hands on top of his mouth once again, he curled up on himself in the passenger’s seat, wanting nothing more than this torture to end. He wasn’t dumb; he knew exactly what was happening. Khun Thong must have mixed in some kind of sexual stimulant into the tea that he had offered him, and even though he had taken only a few sips of the tea, the stimulant must have been strong enough to have made him lose control of his body like this.

He smiled widely at me, glancing up and down my form as I turned slowly from side to side with one knee forward, showing off, my head lowered. "Very nice," he said in reply. Still feasting his eyes on me, he stopped in my face. "Poppy, I can think of only one more thing that would complete your ensemble. If you permit me...?" he said, drawing his hand from behind him to reveal a long, maroon-colored velvet box.