Polly Plummer Novels & Stories

I’ve changed my cloth to a short and oversize polo then I wore my face cap properly…. Back at the hotel that evening, Polly chattered about the day on video call with her friends while I showered. The water felt good on my sensitive skin. I touched myself again thinking of his fingers inside me, his groan when he tasted me. When I came out, I wore another short and oversize polo….Polly gave me a strange look. Then she spoke. “I can’t believe you are the one that make Andrena and Christiana unnecessarily vile…. Watch your mouth hoe, I snapped cutting her short and pressing my phone.

Whilst Polly began to play with the makeup before us, trying to find the most natural look so I didn’t walk out looking like a clown. As I sat allowing them to help me, I didn’t utter a single word, all I could do was watch Polly as she sat in her element, a smile on her lips blissfully unaware of the danger she was in. It still blew my mind that so many wanted her dead, I know I had seen with my own eyes the way she can treat people but I like to believe I know a different side to her, the side that was gleefully walking around the shops with me, helping pick out the most beautiful gown to wear to this important occasion. I knew if I had to go alone, I would get too overwhelmed and not have

For the first time, Caitlin didn’t feel so alone. “Well, you sure know how to fight, don’t you?” Polly asked. It was the same accent, the same voice, the same mannerisms. Polly examined Caitlin for a moment, and something like recognition seemed to cross her face, and then quickly went away. “I’m Polly,” she said, extending her hand. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“What if you guys had run into a bad person or something.” “Like a serial killer?” Nola raised a brow at Miss Polly who gulped, shocked that she even knew what a serial killer was. “Yes, exactly like a serial killer.” Polly raved. “Cool,” Nate smirked. “No, not cool. You could have been hurt.” “But we weren't. Let's just go,” Nate rolled his eyes. Polly sighed, she was just not in the mood to argue with Nathan. Miss Polly was tired, and she just didn't trust the twins to not run off again, so she decided to order an Uber instead of walking home. She was busy with the app when Nola heard a deep chuckle coming from the side of the house.

the girl said and walked beside Jin. Jin smiled. “Okay!” he said without any thought. The two kids arrived where Amelia and Damian were, along with Arthur, Zelena, and their 12-year-old daughter, Rea. “Your pie remains the best, Mrs. Castillo” Rea commented as she took a bite of the blueberry pie that Amelia baked herself. “Thank you,” Amelia said with a bright smile. “What about my pie?” Zelena said while pretending to be hurt. “Mother, your pie may not be the best but your cheesecakes will forever be my favorite!” Rea said and hugged her beloved mother.

I asked for the tenth time. She rolled her eyes “no, we have to find the perfect dress and I know someone who can help” she pulled out her phone and talked to someone. “who was that?” I asked. She grinned ‘wait and see”. there was knock on the door and Rose came in ushering in a guy, he was tall, with chocolate skin, black hair and brown eyes. “Camila, this is Jason, my husband , Jason Camila” Kylie introduced. I almost choked on my saliva at the word husband. She was married? She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married.

She circled me at a measured pace, her attention sweeping over my shoulders, my posture, the way the fabric fell, the expression I kept carefully arranged. "She's thin," she said. "Does she eat?" "When I tell her to," Adrian said. His grandmother stopped directly in front of me. "Camilla. What do you do for a living?" I prepared a response, yet Adrian answered before I could form the words. "She's an artist." "An artist," his grandmother said. "That doesn't pay well." "It doesn't need to. She's with me now." His grandfather lowered himself into an armchair, watching me with the detached appraisal of someone assessing livestock.

I would have never thought—Zac Miller as someone this sentimental and kind and caring and—just precious. "Zac—this is—I mean—" I shook my head faintly, gaping. "I don't even know." I took the book, looking at it before looking at Zac again, my chest flushing with warmth. "You're—something else, Zac Miller. Thank you. This is—it's a lot." Zac's lip tugged upwards in a coy grin. "Don't thank me, Bloom. It's nothing." His face flushed as he turned to look at the books lining the walls. "Stop it. Don't relish in me being a soft, sappy fucker."

His smile was chilling, a masterpiece of architectural precision that lacked even a spark of genuine warmth. "Mrs. Albright," he purred, his voice low and dangerous, vibrating with a frequency that made the older woman visibly flinch. "I assure you, my wife’s medical background makes her uniquely qualified to handle toxic elements. She’s spent years neutralizing poisons far more sophisticated than a poorly aged martini. Perhaps you should consider a check-up; your coordination seems as compromised as your discretion."

She paid me a large sum to keep the truth hidden. She began to shake. "As for the wolfsbane in Ms. Zora… that really wasn't my doing!" she quavered. "Ms. Laila injected it into Ms. Zora herself. She asked me to do it, but I refused. I couldn't bring myself to do something so cruel." "What did you just say?" Mom and Dad cried out in shock, staring at Laila in disbelief. "You heard her," Simon said coldly. "Zora was poisoned with wolfsbane six months ago by her dear sister. And she endured it all this time!"