Novel & Cerita Poppy Friends

‘Oh Poppy, you are an insatiable cockwhore, look at you masturbating to their words, you deserve to be passed around like the cumdump you are, keep teasing them, you dirty little tramp. "I'm touching myself right now, boys," I messaged, and they lost it. Alex asked me to describe it and Jamal asked for a voice clip, else they wouldn’t believe I had done that. Finally, Troy sends a message that I did not expect. "How about we all do her...together. In one night." The boys slowly started to message back their agreement. Troy sends another message, "How about it, Poppy? Are you up for it?" Ken added with a ping, "All four cocks owning your slutty body at once…say yes."

Mirabella, Bailey's best friend sang as she jumped on the bed which caused some of the popcorn to spew out messily on the covers. Bailey giggled and reach out to pick up the mess of popcorn on the covers. The aroma reaches her nose and she wiggled it. "Did half of it burn Mira? Because I'm only taking the stench of burnt popcorn." Bailey teased, already knowing that her best friend had burnt the popcorn. Mirabella laughed and crawled into the bed. They were having a sleepover at Mirabella's place and Mira was in charge of heating up the popcorn. Clearly, she had failed.

I replied "It wasn't only him. His friends would join, and Maria knew about it all," Poppy said as a tear fell on her cheek. "They are all going to pay for what they did to you. I promise you that," I said and hugged Poppy while she cried. "My Mate is going to hate me. He will reject me when I find him once he learns what happens to me. That is if I am even lucky to have one," Poppy cried.

He said, bluntly, then turned his stare away from her face. "So, Logan huh?" Becky too knew it wasn't working out. "Fuck!" She lowered her head and whispered under her breath as she got no reply from him. But he heard her. "Fuck?" He asked with bright eyes—they were definitely blue. "Oh, nothing. It's just," she said, then bursted out like the parrot that she was. "I'm like here on my own even though it's my birthday, because my stupid friend couldn't make it—she had a date at Paris with her new boo—and I was just hoping I could have at least some fun--"

My phone made a beep once again and the irritation that came from it had me almost slamming my phone to the wall, but thank goodness I got a glimpse of the caller. “Hello.” I dragged at it, after picking up the call and placing it on my ear. “Hey Bestie guess what!!!!” Dan’s voice reverberated through the phone, a step away from scattering my ear drum. I rolled my eyes and sighed. She can not be any less dramatic. “What is it this time?” “The owner of our Biking company is back and we will be having a pool party. I am so excited!!!” she screamed the last part at the top of her voice and my ear drum almost got damaged from having her scream that irrational.

CHAPTER 12 Sophia’s Pov I stepped into the party, the lively atmosphere engulfed me. Jason greeted me with a warm smile, expressing his delight that I had made it. He introduced me to his friends – Molly, Adrian, and Kyle. I took a seat, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Hey there, glad you could join us!" Jason said, his easygoing demeanor putting me at ease. As I settled in, they encouraged me to grab a drink and join them. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should indulge, but decided to join in on the fun. After all, it was just one drink, right?

As we they ourselves on to the rooftop, someone blocked them from going further. Brad stood with his Tall, lanky frame and his dark eyes showing disapproval. “What are you both doing here?” He said. “What does that even mean? This is not your house.” Olivia said “Yeah but it’s my day.” He said. “That doesn’t mean your mum will be happy to know one of your friends over there is having a can of root beer.” Isabella said nodding at the group of Brad’s friends that stood some distance away. “And so?” Brad said even though he knew he was screwed.

I can't believe I'm such an idiot; that money could have gotten me far. I pushed the bag off the table, causing it to fall to the floor, where Harvey picked it up. "Please sit," he replied. Harvey was my other friend; he was the most concerned of the three of us, perhaps too kind, as he was always so sweet to give me a foot massage when I returned home fatigued from the night shift. Jake, my third apartment neighbor, even taunted Harvey about having a crush on me, which he neither denied nor accepted, which made me happy because I didn't view him that way.

' I scolded myself. I then decided to listen to some music. I pressed the shuffle button on my phone and soon the lyrics of What best friends do by jewel Damina filled the room. Ain't it easy doing life with you. Slaying dragons next to you. Hop on the plane just to find you Cause that's what best friends do. You got my back anytime any day Hold me down if it doesn't go my way. I wanna know how I hit the jackpot. Guess it's just my luck.

We struggled through the language barrier for what felt like forever before they understood. “You’re saying your friend might be down below the cliff?”