Catfeine Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

"Why do you care?" "I asked first." "I asked second." He kissed me. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't asking permission. It was punishment and possession and desperation tangled together, his hands in my hair, my back against the door, teeth catching on my lower lip. I let him. For a moment. Then I shoved him back. "No." "Sera—" "I'm not your plaything anymore, Dante." "Anymore?" He stared at me. "Is that what you think you were?"

In the middle of the night, the faint sound of a door opening woke me. I didn't turn on the light. I just lay quietly in bed, listening to the sound of bare feet on the wool carpet, coming closer and closer. The footsteps stopped beside my bed. In the darkness, a figure leaned over me, carrying a heavy smell of whiskey and that familiar trace of gunpowder. It was "Dante", or perhaps I should call him by his real name—Luciano.

after thinking for a second, she said and smiled, “Feather. - She's peeping! - he was indignant and checked the bandage on his eyes. “I guessed right,” Kitty retorted, and tried to find him next to her with her foot. The bells rang. “Don’t kick, that’s not fair,” Lou said, smacking his round knee. Tom made a brutal face and reached for ice cream. They played the game "Guess who" - Kitty, blindfolded, had to guess which one of them and what touched her. Today she even allowed her hands to be fixed, and it was not just a small step in the fight against her phobias, but a huge step. Even in them, her beloved, it was difficult for her to trust and remain completely helpless and relaxed for a whi

“Alright, Mommyla. Thanks.” -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Poppy woke up around six-thirty in the morning. Her eyes were only half-open, clearly still drowsy, but she turned to look at me right away. “Faith?” Her voice was still hoarse, and it was kind of adorable. “What time is it?” “It’s time to eat, Poppy.” I smiled at her. “Get up. I had food delivered for us.” I pointed to the two large paper bags on the side table. When she saw them, a smile spread across her face.

One of the pieces of advice Poppy gave me was to play some music or a podcast through your headphones while feeding, because it can be a long and boring process. But as of now I can't imagine ever feeling bored when she's in my arms. I get to stare at her for so long, notice tiny details about her, fantasize about her life and personality, and that's more interesting for me than any podcast around.

“He’s very handsome. He bought me gelato. Pistachio and chocolate. Two scoops. He said my ponytail is crooked but I’m still a winner.” I feel my heart slam against my ribcage, once, hard. Adrian blinks slowly, like he’s processing, then that small smile returns. “Sounds like you had a fun day.” “Very fun,” Poppy says, then suddenly yawns so big all her energy seems to leave with it. Her eyelids droop halfway. “Daddy, I’m sleepy.” “Sleepy girl,” Adrian says gently. “Go get some good rest, okay?” Poppy nods, still trying to look tough, then her body just slumps sideways on the sofa. The navy ribbon stays perfectly in place. This child can fall like a sack of potatoes and somehow still look cut

"Dig in!" Felix, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, mumbled a sleepy "Morning, Mom," as he reached for the maple syrup. Luna, always the early riser, greeted me with a bright "Good morning, Mama!" and dug into her cereal. Gina, being only four years old, remained quiet but couldn't help but giggle at the sound of her siblings chatting away.

She handed the pass to me. I thanked her and checked to see i was the 26th contestant on stand. "Wow. I think we are going to be waiting here for sometime." Mom said and I nodded. "These shoe are killing me already." I said trying to get rid of it. "I will get your slippers. You can wear that for now and when you go in, you put on the heels." Mom said and I nodded. "Thanks Mom." I said and she walked away while Alec was still busy on his video games.

“Don’t be so sensitive. I’m just teasing you. Of course, I want to hear it. Unless you’re going to tell me that Kayla was promoted, or worse, got herself a billionaire or something.” “Ew, no!” Poppy replied. “She can kiss my ass. I couldn’t care less. Anyway…so, do you remember that pop rock band we watched at Coachella a couple of years ago with the cute bass player and the hot singer?” she asks, her voice way too excited for me to keep up.

"How could this happen? What about Claire? Does she have milk?" This question made Neil hesitate. "I think... Maybe? I didn't pay attention!" "Don't panic. Maybe I didn't make enough of the soup today. I'll make her drink more tomorrow. I refuse to believe it won't work." Watching the two people and one cat in the surveillance feed made me feel sick to my stomach. Without thinking, I opened my live stream and was shocked to find it was packed with viewers. Neil would probably never imagine that the scene of Poppy trying to nurse had just been broadcast live. Many people were asking if I would sell Poppy, and several sent private messages offering high prices for her.