My Little Poplar Novels & Stories

No, it couldn’t be, I thought even as the smell wafted again. “Impossible.” I muttered under my breath, but I changed direction, following the curious scent instead. It got stronger with every step I took until I couldn’t deny that it was real anymore. Unless I was having a very strong hallucination, I was definitely smelling my best friend Caden. I reduced my speed to a creeping walk, practically tiptoeing through the thickets until I came across a small clearing with four people seated around various stumps and stones they used for makeshift chairs.

he demands in a voice that makes me shudder with need. Lifting my head, I meet his gaze and watch him slip the fingers he had inside me between his lips, sucking them dry. “If getting you off with a sense of being caught turns you on, Little Bird… You and I are going to have so much fun together.” He smirks, leaning forward until his lips are grazing the hardshell of my ear. “I love making my girls come during social events, and we just happen to have one tomorrow night where your uncle Flynn will also be present.”

Hi, my name is Macey. I'm seventeen although I am a short stack of pancakes four eleven to be specific. Today is the last day of highschool. You don't know how happy I am to be getting out of this shit hole of a school, but first I have to make it threw this day if I can of course. I twist and turn in my bed ignoring the alarm that's going off. '' Macey get up, you have school and if you miss that bus I promise you you'll be missing too!''