Poppy In Trolls Novels & Stories

The woman looked offended, “I live here, so it’s mine.” “Malcom Murray brought me here.” Poppy sighed, “I’m trying to get home.” “You American?” The woman squinted at Poppy as if sizing her up. “Yes?” Poppy had no idea what this was about now. “So you’re that Poppy.” She nodded to herself for a moment. “Well, I guess that makes my job a little easier.” Poppy had no idea what the lady was talking about until she whipped out a small, hollow stick and brought it to her lips. By the time Poppy realized it was a blow dart, she felt a small prick as a dart sank into her shoulder.

“There is no way any woman will pass up the opportunity to seduce Mr. Robin if she is allowed to enter this home.” Lucia continued reassuringly, “Based on her appearance, that woman appears to be a prostitute. You understand what I mean, right? You must immediately give birth to Mr. Robin's child.” “Don't scare Mrs. Poppy, Lucia!” Dell poured beer into Poppy's nearly empty glass. “Drink it, Madam, so you can relax.” Poppy took the glass and drank the beer. Her bladder felt very full from the beer, which was not too tipsy but enough to make her head spin a little.

​ “Of course I am! Because of you, Clara ended up as a secret woman. What kind of friend are you, anyway?” ​ “I’m the kind of... look, whatever kind of friend I am is none of your business! Let me go, or I’ll scream for help. I mean it!” Poppy was completely bewildered by his intensity. ​ “Go ahead, scream. Who’s going to hear you? The music inside is loud enough to drown out anything,” he sneered, a mocking smile on his lips. ​

Yet here I was, forced to swallow the unimaginable. Satisfied that she had quenched a thirst I never had, Selene pressed a book into my hands. One glance at the cover made my heart sink. Trolls. Of course it had to be trolls. In that instant, I understood Kael’s disdain for the entire franchise. This girl’s obsession was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. It coated her world—her words, her shelves, even the Princess Poppy hair ties woven into her braids. She could walk into a boardroom tomorrow and sell their brand better than any professional, all without knowing she was doing it.

“Deal or not?” Javier tried not to laugh. “Okay, fine. No pinch, no kiss, no kartoshka, no stealing candy.” He held up three fingers like he was being sworn in. “Just for today. Tomorrow, we renegotiate.” “No,” Poppy cut in quickly. “Today and tomorrow. And… until I’m grown.” “How old is ‘grown’?” I asked. Poppy thought hard. “Twenty-three. Like Mommy when… when…” She glanced at me, remembering something she absolutely shouldn’t mention. “When Mommy had a stupid idea.”

The troll’s molten eyes flickers, and the faintest hint of a smile creases its stony face. What are they always finding funny? “The whispering kind. Hidden wings. Mischief wrapped in moonlight.” What? Pip groans under her breath. “Oh, stars. They do mean me.” Her?! I glance down at my scarf, alarmed. “They know you?” “I might’ve, um… annoyed their kind once or twice,” Pip whispers. “Long story. Not my fault.” The bigger troll raises its head. “Keep your companion close, child of Elowen. The road ahead watches. It remembers old blood.”