Polly Plummer Novels & Stories

The Best Pain Killer Becky puffed her cheeks, then exhaled heavily, “All I want right now is your happiness and freedom, I don't care even if you don't love me, you know what I’m feeling right now is the top level of platonic love, you should feel lucky! I'm Rebecca Beckett, I'm the most selfish woman in the world who would do such a thing for you!” she babbled half-jokingly but James Miller didn't laugh.

That’s all that’s in his head. “Oh, sorry, please come in.” Mrs Smith called in a beautiful and gorgeous red-haired girl to the class, she’s tall like a model and has the stunning look of an Angel. “Ohhh she’s cute.” My wolf complimented this girl, he never does that, not even once, not even Ainsley, so what makes her different? “Everyone, this is Justin Reyes, she just transferred here. I expect everyone to be welcoming and nice to her. Kingsley, stay away from her.”

I'd done that to him. I'd actually done that to him. A knock sounded on the door at that moment, and Appa looked out of the kitchen, his eyebrows drawn together. “You know who it might be?” he asked me. I shook my head. He sighed and I heard the clacking of what might have been a cup or mug before he stepped out of the kitchen wearing an apron. “Who is it?” he called. “Matt Kimmel,” the person on the other end said, and the name registered in my mind. “Pack soldier.”

Why couldn’t my life ever be smooth and graceful? My eyeballs dared to move, eyeing the black polo shirt Pam had in her hands that was to have been mine. I saw the cute pig logo, the one I would have proudly worn as I poured wines and schmoozed my way to higher and higher commissions. The Cunning Ham. Boston Cunningham. It was all coming together now. What a fool I was. “Oh, do you two already know each other?” Pam’s head swiveled like a spectator at a tennis match, probably wondering why both of us had our jaws hanging down to the ground.

Just as I was about to throw it into the bin, Polly took it from me. "It's just a little pee. It's not like he took a poo. It'll work just fine for Griselda. We'll save up diapers whenever possible." Under my disdainful glare, she put the dirty diaper onto my daughter. When Mason turned one, Polly got him a gold statue. She said, "When you grow up, I hope you'll be an excellent wordsmith and a mathematical genius. You'll manage the Campbell Corporation wonderfully." Griselda, who'd been born a day older than Mason, was still wearing his old clothes. Covered in dirt, she sat in the staff quarters playing with mud.

What the fuck is going on with her? Stacie yells “It’s readddyy.” from the doorway as Mel storms past her. Stace looks at me and I shrug as I walk in. We all take our seats and start hoovering our dessert. It’s so damn good. “So, Dax and Sally. How are things moving along?” I ask mischievously as we finish our dessert. Mum really knows how to make the best lemon meringue pie. “I think it’s going well,” Sally says quietly blushing.

Her black hair fell in loose waves down her back, and her smile was infectious. "I heard you came to the birthday party, but I was out of the country." She said, linking her arm through mine. "I was more disappointed about not seeing you than missing the actual party." I laughed, my shoulders shaking. "It's so good too see you, I've missed you." "I've missed you too." Polly smiled. It was bright and genuine. Polly was a brilliant artist with pieces displayed in the national museum, and Julien's girlfriend for six years now.

Elliot was scurrying after Etan. He was desperate to persuade Etan to let it go and not to get angry, but he didn’t know what to say. What Mrs. Moore said sounded like she was scum. It seemed that Mr. Mann was only a tool in her eyes. She took advantage of Mr. Mann’s body and got pregnant with his child. Then she married him. And after she became his wife, she directly turned her back on Mr. Mann. She was a scum, totally a scum.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Petal Plucker (The Flower Shop Sisters Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brie

I had to get to my company early today because some high profile buyers were going to pay a visit and I can't afford to be late. As I stepped down, I saw Polly cooking breakfast for me while her daughter placed everything on the table. As I sat down, I sipped on to my black coffee while I watched the news on LED in front of me. Polly is a wise woman, she works for me since a long time and she knows everything about me, my likes and dislikes. And one of her best thing is she never forgets to place my black coffee on the table first. I dipped into pancakes at once after finishing my coffee. I know coffee is injurious for my health but I quitted looking after my health a long time ago and now I