Novel & Cerita Poppy Fanart Poppy Playtime

"Why do you care?" "I asked first." "I asked second." He kissed me. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't asking permission. It was punishment and possession and desperation tangled together, his hands in my hair, my back against the door, teeth catching on my lower lip. I let him. For a moment. Then I shoved him back. "No." "Sera—" "I'm not your plaything anymore, Dante." "Anymore?" He stared at me. "Is that what you think you were?"

He raises an eyebrow at us, challenging. “I could get Poppy if I wanted,” he states. “Get me to do what?” Poppy suddenly steps into the living room wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, her long auburn hair tied into a ponytail, with her glasses on, looking like the cutest thing on the planet. Her infectious energy can be felt as soon as she walks in, looking at us with an amused look on her face.

I blow the man I love a kiss, and he catches it, making me mushy for him. “We’re back live in ten!” A voice calls out. I take one last deep breath, knowing this is it. Rehearsals went well. Everything is perfect. We’re going to kill it. The theme music starts up, cutting back to the host. Gabrielle stands in a red top and jeans, smiling as she holds up a blown-up image of the artwork for the album.

"The boss specifically instructed us to make this for you, its highly nutritional and could replenish strength faster." "Ohh boy, you must have had an intense one last night, you look so small, could your body take it?" Adrianna went on and one shamelessly, without reserve, making me blush so hard. "Awww...how cute, you are the cutest out of the boys he brought back, and the smallest, that's why am worried your body won't be able to take it." Adrianna said as she dropped the tray by the bedside table, she seems like the chatty kind, but being who i am, i still held myself back from asking.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

I put a one-sided stylish hairpin beside my right ear that tucked my hair behind my ear. I put a light makeup and applied a Matte Lip Whip in Bowl of Cherries. I stared at my reflection in my vanity mirror. I smiled when I got contented with my looks. I went out of my walk-in closet and picked up my phone that was on the nightstand. I put that inside my Pasha handbag. Today is Saturday and tomorrow is my engagement party. On Monday, it's time for me to study again.

So possessive! To Zaybabe: Morning bitch. Ryle and I are meeting up to talk later. Why did you change your contact name on my phone? From Zaybabe: Why are you calling me babe? Okay, if that's your decision. I'll always be here for you. I love you so much. Promise me you'll only be with me? To Zaybabe: I promise. ~Ylluscion

Theo was explaining goat ownership plans. Poppy was drawing family pictures. Harper rested against Noah. Daisy rested against Roman. For a while nobody spoke. The comfortable kind of silence. The family kind. Then Poppy suddenly looked up from her drawing. "I forgot something." Everyone looked over. "What?" Harper asked. Poppy held up her picture. There were stick figures everywhere. Noah. Harper. Theo. Herself. Roman. Daisy. Lillie. And several tiny new figures. "What are those?" Noah asked.

I was stuck here. (Flashback Ends) "So that was how toy came to this pack, wow," Issac said after I recounted my story. I simply smiled and ruffled his hair. "Nina! Isaac!" Someone called our. Not just someone, Blossom. She was the only one that came in her unannounced like that. "Blossom!" Issac called excitedly as he rushed to hug her. "Hello, little boy," she teased him "I am not little," he pouted. "Thank you for the food,"

“No, you listen. You said I wasn’t some doll, some toy, yet everything about this is what you want. Not me. The haircut, no one asked what I would have wanted. The waxing? No one asked if I was OK with it. The dresses? No one asked what styles I liked. Or even colors. I’m a redhead, Malcom. Do you know what pink looks like on me?” She watched as he swallowed hard. Taking in her words. “I’m yer mate. It’s my job to care for ye.” “Care for? Or dictate?” Poppy suddenly felt tired. “Where are my clothes?” She looked around the room packed with frilly, useless dresses. “Myrna was going to take them…” “I don’t care.” Poppy sighed, “Just get me my clothes, please. I don’t want this shit.” “Poppy.”