Poppy And Casteel Novels & Stories

The man whispered something, but I couldn't hear him because my whole world paused momentarily as I gazed at this incredibly handsome man who looked back at me just as intensely. "De Gallo. Zhāng. Allow me to introduce Poppy Hopkins. Poppy, this is Prince Dante de Gallo from Italy and Prince Nanyou Zhāng from China, the other members of the Supreme Council." Easton introduced the new arrivals, though I didn't see anyone else behind the handsome Italian. His beauty captivated me, and Iris couldn't stop glaring at him while purring

In the end, Carita instructed Saul to kidnap her. “My gift has turned out to be a wound for you, Poppy.” Dante spoke again in a weak voice. “What do you intend to do to this evil woman? I'll grant it.” Poppy shook her head and smiled. “I just want Grandpa to recover quickly and not have to worry about anything.” Dante looked at her granddaughter-in-law in amazement. Poppy is quite different from Sienna. Despite knowing that he is a former mafia boss and worse than Carita, she is concerned about his health.

If it weren't for someone behind it, what would be the benefit to Lancelot, a human, who had just come to the Copperstone castle, to set fire to Carra's solitary courtyard for no reason? The question should be: who was the mastermind behind Lancelot? Was it Angela or Audrey, or did the two of them conspired against her? Was it someone else entirely? All these questions Carra could not answered at this time, so she could only use this chef, Lancelot, to find the answers.

"Look over there, isn't that her?" By the double doors, Celeste stood draped in a striking rose-red gown, her five-month bump proudly protruding as she clung possessively to Richard’s arm, her chin tilted up in an arrogant display. She looked less like the notorious mistress everyone whispered about and more like the reigning Luna of the estate. Spotting Arabella standing alone in the center of the hall, Celeste's feline eyes flashed. She hooked her arm tighter around Richard, practically plastering her entire body against his side.

“My… my name is Poppy Castano.” Poppy Castano?! Christan’s eyes flickered. The name sounded familiar. But he couldn’t place it immediately, so he stayed quiet and let her continue. “Miss Carter and I planned to teach that bitch Serena a lesson for always stealing other people’s men. So, we secretly found a homeless man, got him drunk, and even drugged the alcohol with an aphrodisiac.”

POPPY: The moans suddenly stopped, then I heard the shuffling of clothes as if they were in a hurry. "A minute, please. We will be out in a minute." Oh, gahd. Christy. What have you done? The door of the bathroom opened and saw Christy. Her hair was disheveled like a bird’s nest. And the man beside her was topless. She was still drunk from sex. She looked at me sheepishly. “Poppy. I thought you won’t be coming home. So I invited someone to join me. By the way. He is my boyfriend. Love, this is my best friend. Poppy.”

“Where the fuck is the heirloom–” “Take my mate and leave–” Poppy is trying to get out of the bed now, her expression twisted with pain and fear as the storm picks up speed, rattling the castle. The power flickers, then everything goes dark, just as Maddox and Antony start throwing punches again.

“Is Anastasia Sparkle okay now?” Poppy nodded. “She has a new castle.” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “A new castle?” I felt Sebastian go still across the room. I also felt a small desire to shut down the entire global internet. Poppy, the tiny grenade with bangs that God had sent to test my nervous system, immediately pointed behind her. “Yes! Daddy Sebastian bought it. Bigger. But the castle from Daddy Adrian is still the first castle, don’t worry. I use both. Because I have many properties.”

She squealed, wrapping her arms around my arm. “Her hair…” Celia complained. “Oh my days, Celia. Daisy is not going to look even one teensy less perfect than she already looks with her hair twisted in the wrong direction. She is already the best dressed and I have not even gotten to the damn prom yet.” Poppy looked proud of me. She was the best friend in the world I could ever ask for. Why would I need more friends when I had her? She was everything I would ever need in friends in one person.

I look up into the night sky and see the fullmoon. I shake my head as Orion and Marceulles approaches us. "Hello and who might you be?" Marcellus ask and looks at me. "Father please stop. Aziel is my mate just like Silas and Orion." Poppy answers and blushes. Orion looks at me over and scrunches his nose, making me lift an eyebrow at him. "Poppy, you grew up nicely" Orion say making Poppy blush even more but earning a growl from Marcellus.