Lowlife Poppy Novels & Stories

"Maybe you are just meant to have this intense, magical, butterfly-inducing love in your life. Some people never experience that even once." "Or maybe my love life is just meant to be intense and short-lived in every cycle," I countered with a bitter laugh. Poppy scoffed. "Well, I would give anything to at least experience that intensity once. I honestly do not know if I will ever feel that way about any man. Frankly, at this point, I just want to get married and get my family off my back about settling down." Her expression grew more serious.

“Deal or not?” Javier tried not to laugh. “Okay, fine. No pinch, no kiss, no kartoshka, no stealing candy.” He held up three fingers like he was being sworn in. “Just for today. Tomorrow, we renegotiate.” “No,” Poppy cut in quickly. “Today and tomorrow. And… until I’m grown.” “How old is ‘grown’?” I asked. Poppy thought hard. “Twenty-three. Like Mommy when… when…” She glanced at me, remembering something she absolutely shouldn’t mention. “When Mommy had a stupid idea.”

She felt a kind of difficulties in what Alex told her "That will be a little bit difficult to do" Juliana said "It wouldn't be difficult. I will take you home with the opium and you will bring it to school next tomorrow. Please if you do this, that will be the end of Donald" Alex pleaded With a long face, Juliana accepted Alex's proposals Alex rushed upstairs and came back with a wrap of opium in a black nylon. He gave it to Juliana with his eyes fixed on hers "You must promise me that you will ask your father about Sandra. I don't want you around that Sandra of a girl" Juliana said

“The cartel owns 100 thousand acres of poppy fields. Ten kilos per harvest, equating to approximately 13,000 dollars. But that’s merely the tip of the iceberg. As you travel further in the US, the profits multiply exponentially.” He talked with a cold sense of satisfaction, as though he was describing a significant accomplishment instead of a terrifying reality. I was struggling to breathe, the weight of his words tightening around my throat like a noose. “I was born in this life, Summer,” he continued. “There’s no way out for me.” I recoiled, my hand instinctively covering my mouth. “Is it true that you have cops and judges on your payroll?” I dreaded hearing the answers but still needed to

The young woman writhed as his fingertips parted her vergina, sliding inside and moving in and out with a slow, steady rhythm. ​ Paul saw then that Poppy possessed a truly beautiful body, with shapely, full breasts and rosy nipples that looked enticing to taste—and he had already sampled them several times. ​ “Mr. Thomas, th-that’s enough.” Poppy’s airy, trembling voice prompted him to withdraw his drenched fingertips from deep within her. Knowing she couldn't endure any more, Paul quickly reached for a condom to put it on, then hooked his arms under her legs to lift them. ​

After being reborn, I never made it for him again. Now, on the battlefield, my wormwood broth was incredibly popular, and it honestly made me happy. A good recipe, just like the better parts of me, should be reserved for people who actually appreciate it. Sirin downed the broth in one gulp, and the admiration in his eyes only deepened. "Stay with my unit after you graduate. I'll give you top-tier treatment." My instructor looked even more delighted than I was. He leaned in and whispered, "Beta Sirin is the top warrior in the Northern Territory. He commands the elite Spearpoint Unit. It's every combat healer's dream assignment.

“Now crawl to every guy here and introduce yourself properly. Tell them your rule.” There were only three other men in the room with him. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled slowly and seductively across the floor, swaying my hips and arching my back to look as slutty as possible. I stopped in front of the first man. “My name is Poppy,” I said softly, looking up into his eyes. “I love cock, cum, and being fucked. Use me anyway you want, so long as you don’t tell my husband.”