Matthew Hallard Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

I was sitting on the edge of her bed, fingers combing through her hair, and I paused for half a second. Adrian laughed softly from the screen. “Technically, a play castle. But yes. A castle.” Poppy shrieked with joy, a betrayal of eardrums everywhere and a direct threat to every living thing within a two-house radius. “I knew it! I knew Daddy loves me the most in the whole world!” I patted her thigh. “Volume, little dictator.” “Sorry,” she said, sounding not even remotely sorry, then turned back to the screen. “Does it have towers? Is it pink? Is there a bridge? A place for horses? A room for CEO Barbie?”

✧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.

I deliberately wore a long white silk dress—his favorite—and put on light makeup. "Why are you in such a good mood today?" he asked, pulling my chair out for me. I smiled. "Because today is our one-year anniversary." He froze for a moment, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes. He'd forgotten. Or rather, the man currently playing the role of "Dante" had no idea that today was "our" anniversary. That detail was something only I and the real Dante knew. But I didn't call him out on it. I pulled a beautifully wrapped velvet box from my bag. "Happy anniversary, Dante."

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 said to them. They stood up and followed me. I go first because I don't want to show my daughter my little jealousy against her dad. So, I adjusted my emotions before dealing with them. "Nanny. The stuffed toys are cute oh, I also love the color and her hair. So very adorable, Poppy." I saw when Davvy pointed out the huggable Queen Poppy in the movie Trolls. "Nanny, buy it for me, please?" I heard Davvy whisper to his nanny.