Novel & Cerita P-o-p-p-y I'm Poppy

“Don’t be so sensitive. I’m just teasing you. Of course, I want to hear it. Unless you’re going to tell me that Kayla was promoted, or worse, got herself a billionaire or something.” “Ew, no!” Poppy replied. “She can kiss my ass. I couldn’t care less. Anyway…so, do you remember that pop rock band we watched at Coachella a couple of years ago with the cute bass player and the hot singer?” she asks, her voice way too excited for me to keep up.

“It’s the only way to keep our name. Our standing. The family depends on this.” That was it. Their name. That was worth more than her. Poppy fell to her knees. Her fingers curled at his feet, her tears soaking into the hem of his robe. “Please,” she begged. “I’m your daughter. Don’t make me do this. I don’t want to be touched by that man. I don’t want to be hurt. Please. Please... I’m not garbage. Don’t throw me away like this.” She wailed, holding his legs tightly. “I haven’t done anything to deserve this. I’ve always been quiet. I’ve always listened. I never asked for anything! Please, Papa... please... just this once, protect me.”

Paris answered as she slowly got up from her desk exiting the office. Her parents Mrs. Rose and David poppy has been married for 27 years. She is the oldest of two children. She's 26 years old, her only sibling is Brian Poppy who is 6 months old. However, she is not the only girl her parents raised. Three years after she was conceived, a dear friend of her mother, a single mother had died from an incurable disease and so Mrs. Poppy had decided to take in her best friend and only child, Everlee Sunflower, to raise as her own. Everlee is 23 years old. She grew close with the Poppy family not lacking any love. However, she's out of the country finishing her studies to become an art teacher.

“ I am,” ¬P-Lia¬

I quickly took it out and glanced at the screen, sighing, "Poppy is really persistent. I don't know when she started taking an interest in me!" Upon hearing my words, Ivanna asked curiously, "Who?" "Poppy Quinn! That minor celebrity." I answered the call and said, "Hello?" "Are you not coming back, busy bee? Shall I come to pick you up?" Poppy said over the phone. I had to apologize with a smile, "Can't come back today. It was a last-minute decision. We have an opening ceremony here tomorrow." "Oh? Not coming back again?" Poppy seemed to be completely despairing. "You're really busy! What opening ceremony?"

This man's hair was made of silk, I'm convinced. "N-Name," he whispered. "Your name." "Well, uh… I'm Soraya. Soraya Quijano—" "accepts you…," he continued. Then he gasped. "Moon Goddess! This human smells so good!" My cheeks heated furiously. I had never received such a compliment. Thanks to the strawberry-smell shampoo and the sweet scent of chamomile tea. "accepts you, S-Star—" "Soraya," I corrected, frowning. "Wait, what is this? Accept to what?"

“Poppy's biological father's name is August Valentine, and I’m his younger sister.” Poppy took a sudden look at the woman. “My dad’s sister? Did my dad have a secret sister?”

Not long left and I leave this room, more than likely not to smell anything divine and realise that there is no-one out there waiting for me. My eyes started to fill just as Poppy opened the door and waltzed into the room. Using the back of my hand I quickly wiped at my eyes. “I'm baaaaack motherfucker!” She bellowed out in a sing song voice, throwing her arms out as if she was on stage waiting for a round of applause. “Come on, let's move it. If we head down now, then we'll have time for a coffee and whatever first.” She carried on speaking, oblivious to my moment of inner torture and being so close to shedding tears when she had walked in.

Paul said with a gentle smile, introducing Poppy to his mother. ​ “Who? Who are you?” Teresa turned to ask her own son with a look of utter confusion. ​ “I’m… uh… I’m Paul, Mom. Your son.” ​ Seeing the flash of pain across his face, Poppy felt a deep sense of pity. She stepped forward and sat down beside the older woman. ​ “Hello, ma'am. My name is Poppy. I’m Mr. Thomas’s girlfriend,” she greeted his mother with humble respect. ​