Matthew Hallard Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

“If you complain again, I’ll give you two pigtails like a 90s cartoon.” “I want to see that,” Hazel said. “No!” Poppy blinked hard, her bangs shifting, her green eyes huge. “Pigtails are for babies. I’m four. I’m big. I’m a leader.” Of course she was a leader. I bit the inside of my cheek, resisting every comment about genetics. “Don’t move,” Rhea commanded. “Two more seconds.” “Two seconds is a lot,” Poppy argued. “I could miss Miss Lila’s good-morning greeting. And my gang.”

✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧ “Hi, my Popsieeee!” Popsie? Mommyla greeted Poppy with a huge smile, arms wide open as she welcomed her into the house. Poppy and I had just arrived after being invited over by Mommyla for a barbecue dinner. It was just going to be us tonight—Poppy’s family wasn’t joining us. “Hello, Mommyla,” Poppy responded with an equally big smile, moving in for a hug.

My words made her seem a bit less anxious, so to help her relax more, I started to walk down the hallway, gesturing for her to come with. "What's your name then? I gave you mine, so I think it's fair to reciprocate, right?" My new invitation for her to open up worked, as the girl's face lit up as she followed behind me in our adventure down the hallway. "My name's Poppy, Poppy Hale. I'm the Ultimate Internet Comedian!" "Ultimate? What's an Ultimate?" I questioned, further provoking her to tug at her own ego, but also causing her to look more confused than prideful.

he said finally. Seeing as he loved it, Dailey figured she would try to like it too. She did like the main characters female minions, who fawned over him like sexy maids. At one point the main character used one of his minions as a chair—a play she recognised. When she cast him a suspicious glare he laughed. “Shush,” he said. “Or I’ll use you as a footstall right now.” Knowing it wasn’t a bluff, Dailey conceded, turning her attention back to the girls on the screen.

"You two pass me around like some toy and take turns having your way with me. You feel pretty proud of yourselves, don't you? "It takes 40 weeks to carry a child to term, but it would only take me a few minutes to get rid of it. Luciano, I don't want my child to be born without a father. Even more than that, I don't want him or her to end up being the plaything of psychos like you and Dante." With that, I turned around and walked out. But Luciano yanked me back, dragging me into his arms. "I'm not like him!" It was like I'd stomped on a raw nerve. Even his voice was shaking. "Chiara, don't go. Don't leave me."

Magnolia cussed. "Yeah that's what I want to say mom." Poppy's voice was heard but now she sounded young, very young. Zion carried her inside and we followed but we needed to stay in the livingroom as Magnolia took our mate away for some cleaning up. When they came back down I almost laughed but bit my tongue. Poppy was cute even if she looked furious. "Don't you dare, Orion!" She said in her very childish voice. She looked to be aroung 8 or 9 years old.

“Eat; everyone is eating. We have timers. When the timer goes off, it’s time to stop, whether you’ve finished your food or not. Let it go.’’ What? What kind of ridiculous rules were those? Do we need a timer for eating? Everything here feels so confusing. No one was allowed to live freely; they were treated like animals, forced to work for the benefit and greed of the men. And all they received in return was food and shelter? “I understand this might come as a surprise to you, so go ahead and eat.” It was truly surprising to me! I glanced toward the entrance, spotting all the ladies enjoying their meals with great enthusiasm. Whispers and giggles bounced around the hall, creating a lively at

I’d been swallowing this poison since yesterday, and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I stepped closer, planting my hands on the edge of the table. “Why are you here, Tyler? You’re always here, dont you have a house?” Tyler blinked innocently. “Like I said, I brought some eggs for Marjorie. Just being neighborly.” “You’re not a neighbor,” I snapped. “You’re a nuisance, can we get a break from you for once!.” “Dominic!” Aunt Marjorie gasped, scandalized. “That’s uncalled for.”

Like now. Tom’s eyes bulge. He tries to scream but his lips are sealed shut with tape. “Hello Tom,” I smile at him prettily. “Are you ready to be my fun little toy for the day?” I raise my hands and gesture around the room. “There are so many accessories in here for us to play with, but first, I need your consent. I need you to nod for me, Tom. Can you do that?” Tom’s eyes to the size of saucers. He’s holding himself quite still, no doubt dumbfounded by the situation he’s in. I don’t know it pisses me off so much. Before I can stop myself, I slap his cheek. Hard.

I nodded in agreement as I was wiping away the tears, he was right I needed to have a nice relax before all the stress of the ball as well as my 1st shift later tonight. “Ryder, time for you to leave! Part of my birthday gift has arrived for Aurora and its now girl time!” Poppy said with authority shooing Ryder out of the room. “See you later Aurora.” Ryder shouted just as the door closed. “What have you got planned sneaky one?” I giggled at Poppy.