Player X Poppy Novels & Stories

“You did well for a girl, damn dude you are weak“ “It been a long time since I train that is why“ “Lol, your form is bad , your stance is vulnerable leaving advantages to your vital organs opened, in a real battle you would have died in seconds not minutes“ Uncle Fady walked onto the ring and stared down at Alex who was out of breath, well now he has his work cut out for him “18 hours of training every day“ “What but Uncle that is brutal“ “We need to make you tapped into your inner demon. If we want you to fight for a seat among the five you have to be fearless, and not fear death but as it stand now you will be disgraced if I call one of the young boys here“ Back to the Den Poppy was discha

*Poppy* The air in the small, dimly lit interrogation room felt thick and stifling even as I sat at the table, my fingers twisting nervously around the hem of my shirt. The heavy wooden door creaked open, and Easton stepped inside, expressing professionalism and concern. Despite my familiarity with him—having spent time together in the Larch Grove Pack during my messed-up case—today felt like an entirely different universe. "Poppy," he greeted, his voice steady, just above a whisper. "Thank you for coming in."

She said Liam walked over to me, and Tiara quickly put her hand behind her back, hiding the gun from him. "I don't think you want Liam seeing this. You should have him go to his room," Tiara said "Liam, why don't you play with the toys in your room? You remember where that is, right?" I asked. Liam nodded and then ran upstairs to his room. "So you decided to move in with the Player. I thought you were smarter than that, Cami," Tiara said

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

Angel chuckled. "Owen and Spice will be a perfect match tho" Alice said. "No!!" Spice and Owen screamed. "As for Christian......Poppy is a virgin girl....." "She's not my type...." "I like him" Christian and Poppy said at a time. Whoa!! It was followed by laughter. "Seriously,Poppy you like Christian?" Angel asked. "I said that because....he's handsome,that's all" Poppy said nervously. "Did you just call him handsome?" Alice and Spice stood up

I will sway you and make you fall for me so I can reap your money and make you submit to me. Looks like the King of Playboys is back from vacation and ready for a new hunt… *Playboy Theo had an evil smirk on his face ass he stepped out of the building to go get some coffee* *Well… things just got more interesting. See you in the next chapter!*

That arrogant, conflicted, shame-drenched little hot shit. But the payment was real. The session was locked in and the system flagged it as his first. First times are supposed to be handled delicately. That's why I was called. But I don't plan on being delicate. Not with him. I read the card again. Alias: Moranorebel Level: Starter pack Notes: First timer. Mask preferred. No safe words provided. Eish. Another rookie mistake. They all think they are ready until they are not. But this one?

The shards flew everywhere, one slicing into my exposed calf. "I've already paid you back. If you keep humiliating me, it'll be crossing a line." "Am I crossing a line?" I turned to Colton. Colton quickly shook his head. "How could it be? If it weren't for you helping him back then, he'd probably be begging under some bridge." I turned my gaze back to Zach. "Did you hear that? You owe me more than just money. You owe me your life." Lifting my injured leg, I showed him the blood trickling down in a thin line.

She had never been to Poppy's room and she was never going in there. “She’s going to die!” Laura shrieked. “I don’t care,” Penelope spat. “If she dies, you’ll be the one stuck paying Mr. Yan.” Penelope rolled her eyes, muttered a curse, and stomped off. She came back with Carrie, who held out the inhaler. “Here,” Carrie said, almost awkwardly. Poppy snatched it and fumbled it to her lips. She pressed down, breathing in, again and again until the tightness in her chest began to ease.