Matthew Hallard Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

Stocky Balding Man looks up. “No. I’m exactly where I want to be.” He sticks out one of his sweaty hands, which are two times the size of mine. He gives me this half-cocked smile, seeming to think he’s the most important person in the world. “I’m Alvin Peters. Call me Mac Daddy.” I shake his hand. “Miss Ophelia Lane, I saw your performance tonight, and I must say, that little stunt you pulled up there?” He points in the direction we just came from. “That was something.”

Chapter 22: Dead Or Alive SARAH’S POV The morning sun barely clawed through the cracked blinds of Ethan’s bedroom, casting jagged shadows across the white walls as I paced the room, my stiletto heels stabbing the wooden floorboards with every furious step. One month had dragged by since Ethan vanished into thin air, his phone dead, his weekly cash drops to his foster leeches—and me—vanishing like smoke. My patience frayed, I snatched my phone from the beautiful white couch as it buzzed, Ethan’s foster mother Margaret’s name glaring on the screen.

“You guys were really good today. After dinner you can have a pop. Now go upstairs and play while mommy and I talk.” “Okay daddy.” Poppy said with a smile as she took Clovers hand as they went up the steps one by one. Henry stood there for a second and looked at him. He smiled and ran up to him and gave him a hug. “Love you daddy.” Soon he took off up the stairs and he was playing with his trucks in no time. They had even heard the girls shut the baby gate at the top of the stairs. “That was too easy.” Max said with a grin. “You have trained them well.”

“No, you listen. You said I wasn’t some doll, some toy, yet everything about this is what you want. Not me. The haircut, no one asked what I would have wanted. The waxing? No one asked if I was OK with it. The dresses? No one asked what styles I liked. Or even colors. I’m a redhead, Malcom. Do you know what pink looks like on me?” She watched as he swallowed hard. Taking in her words. “I’m yer mate. It’s my job to care for ye.” “Care for? Or dictate?” Poppy suddenly felt tired. “Where are my clothes?” She looked around the room packed with frilly, useless dresses. “Myrna was going to take them…” “I don’t care.” Poppy sighed, “Just get me my clothes, please. I don’t want this shit.” “Poppy.”

I was stuck here. (Flashback Ends) "So that was how toy came to this pack, wow," Issac said after I recounted my story. I simply smiled and ruffled his hair. "Nina! Isaac!" Someone called our. Not just someone, Blossom. She was the only one that came in her unannounced like that. "Blossom!" Issac called excitedly as he rushed to hug her. "Hello, little boy," she teased him "I am not little," he pouted. "Thank you for the food,"

“This isn’t your fucking playground.” Blackwell shut the door behind him, locking it. His eyes moved slow over the small dorm room, the mess on the desk, the unmade bed. Then he looked back at Noah and smiled faint. “Everything you do is mine to control. You just haven’t accepted it yet.” Noah’s fists clenched. “You’re insane. You can’t just show up here—” Blackwell cut him off, stepping closer until Noah’s back hit the edge of the desk. He braced his hands on either side, caging him in. “Say that again. Say I can’t.”

Unless this motherfucker is paying, I ain’t going nowhere. “That would be nice, but I don’t make money like that at my temp piece of shit job to get a ticket.” “No worries, I got you.” My eyes got big and I raised my eyebrows in bewilderment. Did this mofo just tell me he was going to pay for my trip? “POPPIE! Bring yo ass so we can play Spades and beat these Bitches!” Shayla yelled from the living room. “That’s my queue. I’m Shayla’s partner for Spades.”

“Ray where is Vivian and who is this in her place“ Feeling annoyed by the constant questions and not acknowledging her presence she felt insulted. It looks like that witch has charmed her way into Ray’s circle. She must think fast and show herself to the crowd that she, Poppy was the one running the show now. “Hi Mr. Mateo am Poppy, it very nice to meet……. “ “Yea whatever, move aside. Ray follow me“ “Sit and behave“

“Timothy, This is Bryce's father, Darell Collins, and these two are his brothers, Edward and Peter. Guys, this is Timothy Packard. He owns Packard Enterprises. I brought him back to talk to Bryce.” Timothy could swear she said the last pointedly. He relaxed and shook the hands of each man and endured a painful grip from each. Typical measuring stick of a man. See if you could make the other wince. He squeezed back with as much force and endured grudging looks of respect from them. Interesting that they were all back in the players area and that they’d sat in different areas for the game, although Chloe had said she’d gotten the tickets particularly for him. “Very glad to meet you, sir,” he d