Midnight Poppy Land Novels & Stories

“That means about 300 acres.” “Goodness,” I said, holding onto my seat as she crested another hill and took me to what I would have thought was someone else’s land. It was all business, I could tell, with no statues or flowers, just cultivated rows of crops. “I met Alpha Zane at the Mid-California Poppy Festival,” she told me. “Poppies?”

Jumping up from the bed, I happily trotted over to the square window with its creamy-white sill and slid the shutters open. There wasn't a trace of a cloud in the sky. There was only the thinnest sliver of a new moon and a crowd of stars glittering against the night, and from Samar's balcony, under the warmth of the teetering sodium light on the ceiling, the biggest cluster of poppy flowers I'd ever seen stared back at me - there must've been a few hundred. Their crimson, azure and vermilion petals reflected the sodium light and spread a honey glow all over the balcony. The bouquet moved to the side, making a head pop up.

One look is all it takes. One look to spark an obsession. One touch to destroy every rule. One mistake to change everything. Step into a collection where desire is forbidden, power is intoxicating, and every heart beats to the rhythm of temptation. Alien commanders, ruthless royals, dangerous celebrities, sworn enemies, and forbidden lovers—all drawn together by an attraction too powerful to ignore. Some crave control. Some crave revenge. And some crave the one person they should never have wanted. These are stories where every stolen glance feels like a promise, every secret hides a dangerous truth, and every temptation dares you to give in. Twenty stories. Twenty fo

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

She was just in there. Staring at the empty ceiling, feeling the world as it goes around her. In the warm glow of the lamp, her fears won't fade away. Just like all her other nights, this one is not different. She still cannot sleep no matter how she shut her eyes. Her brain is a train-wreck, nudging her to open her eyes and be alert of something not existing. And she complied. Her eyes darted from one dark corner to the next until it had scanned 360 over her tiny bedroom, at last it landed on her Stitch alarm clock, the long hand silently pointing to twelve. With a sigh, she jerked up, opened the drawer of her bedside table and groped for a tiny bottle -her saving grace. She took

And I walk to the door but before I open it I dim the light to set the mood more sensually. "Password?" I ask, sticking out only one side of my face. Midnight has wet hair and looks excited as she answers, "Vendetta," "Come in, Miss. Welcome to your love nest." Midnight enters looking almost as uncomfortable as Baxter, but almost as excited as I am. A strange mix. I close the door and clear my throat as she walks over to the board and admires my work. "This is..." she tries to hide it but I can see she doesn't quite understand what's in front of her eyes, "Nice."

--------- ----------- At the Den . . . --------- ----------- Robbie was sitting alone near one of the entrances to the tunnels. He was dead tired and had drifted off several times while leaning against the inside of the overflow tunnel. But he wanted to wait and see if his sister was going to call again. Like everyone, he had been stunned to hear that the Dark One was dead, and wanted to fill big sis in on the new plan. Then, at one moment he opened his eyes and noticed there was someone else in the tunnel with him.

The high ceiling was covered with black cloth, which would be luminated by light projector, making it look like a sky full of stars. Olive was raving about it this morning, but she couldn’t help after school because she had to take her mother to the clinic. So, she listed all the stuffs that needed to be done today and sent it to me. A little advice for those who bore missions from Olive Hartwell: do it right or have her knock on your door at night just because you put the wrong size of cups on the table. At the same time, Mom also sent me the list of groceries I had to purchase for the Full Moon. ‘Nathan will pick you up and help you shop,’ she ended her text with the sentence.

Darkness sounds empty, and there’s nothing empty about Poppy. Paige’s power is warm, where Poppy’s is cold. Like the sun and the moon. Paige is the dawn. Bright and impossible to ignore. Poppy is… My gaze drops to where she’s curled against my chest. She’s not night, or darkness; she’s dusk. That peaceful moment when the world softens. The moment everything grows still enough to hear yourself think.

The sound of crickets and owls from the surrounding forest at night was as loud as the frogs croaking during rainy days. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, slowly blown by the wind. It was almost midnight, three hours since Zev put Layla to bed. It had been that long for him to endure the soft whimpers coming from her. She would yap and yip some time then suddenly grunt. Like an adorable young pup she was, Zev tolerated her. But his patience had its limit. When Layla started nibbling on his bare chest, he was forced to push her away while kneading his brows.