Poppy Playtime Cast Novels & Stories

I asked, a bit concerned. “No, it’s fine. My shift starts later anyway,” he replied casually before sitting down and gently patting Madrid’s hair. A soft smile formed on his face as he looked at my boy. “You’ve grown so much, Madrid! How old are you now?” he asked. Madrid held up nine fingers in response. “Feels like just yesterday you were a baby. You’re still cute though. Who did you get that from?” Charlie teased, and Madrid pointed at him. “Hey, I’m the one who gave birth to you! You should be pointing at me,” I joked. Madrid simply made a peace sign, and both Charlie and I burst out laughing.

Poppie After Shayla and I got our ass beat by Tanya and Stephanie, I was not looking forward to get it beat the entire night. The crowd had wound down and a few people left, which meant the level of the party was about to go up. It was all about the stay and play part of the party. Austin stuck around and was eyeing me the entire time I was getting my ass beat in Spades. I had had enough and I was ready to have a nice, interactive conversation with Austin. He was looking all kinds of handsome standing next to the speaker near the wall.

How could Robin hear her nearly inaudible voice? “Mr. Robin ....” Poppy looked around for Antonio, forgetting there were only two chairs in the small VIP room. She only saw a crowd on the benches below her exiting the building, and she had no idea where Antonio and the other bodyguards were. “Mr. Robin, the show is over. Aren't you going back to work?” Poppy was forced to awaken Robin again. Robin was still sleeping. His head was resting on the chair's back, and his lips were partially open.

Slowly, I turned. A girl leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. She was tall, sharp-eyed, with heavy eyeliner and a red dress that clung to her curves. I recognized her immediately—Marina. One of the favorites here. One of the ones who never had to beg for food or cry in the dark. “I don’t have time for this,” I said softly, trying to move past her. She stepped in my way, lips curving into a mocking smile. “Of course you don’t. You’re too busy running off to play pet for the Don.” Her eyes flicked to my trembling hands. “You danced for him, didn’t you? Everyone’s been talking.”

he said finally. Seeing as he loved it, Dailey figured she would try to like it too. She did like the main characters female minions, who fawned over him like sexy maids. At one point the main character used one of his minions as a chair—a play she recognised. When she cast him a suspicious glare he laughed. “Shush,” he said. “Or I’ll use you as a footstall right now.” Knowing it wasn’t a bluff, Dailey conceded, turning her attention back to the girls on the screen.

We went on dates, talked through the night, and had wild, explosive sex. Toby and I were a couple. The butterflies in my stomach quivered with excitement. Toby stayed with us through the end of Fall Fest. He declined to play most of the festival games, but we convinced him to take pictures at the pumpkin themed photo booth. “Do you realize these are the first photos we have of the two of us?” I waved the Polaroids in triumph. “If you don’t hang them in your living room, I’ll be offended.” “I don’t know. You don’t match my decor,” he said in a bland tone. I swatted him on the arm, earning myself a rare laugh. Ellanearly choked on her hot cocoa, she was so shocked.

I forced myself to respond. There was a pause on the other end as if he was savouring my confusion, and then he spoke again. "I've seen the records, I know everything about you, Bianca. You're just like me, aren't you?" He added a sarcastic tone when saying my name. "You're insane!" I let out a nervous laugh. "I don't know what kind of game this is, but you've got the wrong person." He chuckled. "Tomorrow, two p.m—The Burge. You'll have an appointment waiting, don't be late. I suggest you be there, Bianca. It'll be a shame if anyone heard what happened to the real Miss Campbell."

"How long are you going to keep up this act? Last time, it was a headache that turned out to be nothing. Now it's bleeding. Aurora, enough is enough. I'm at Leo's first shift party. This is a huge day for him. I can't just leave." "I'm not faking it!" I was practically begging. "Please, just believe me this once! The baby is really—" "Alpha Daddy! Alpha Daddy!" A little boy's voice piped up on the other end. "Come look! I turned into a wolfie!" "Wow, Leo, you're amazing!" Asher's voice instantly softened, becoming warm and doting. He sounded like a completely different person. "Alpha Daddy is so proud of you!" My heart felt like it was being ripped apart by claws.

I was sitting on the edge of her bed, fingers combing through her hair, and I paused for half a second. Adrian laughed softly from the screen. “Technically, a play castle. But yes. A castle.” Poppy shrieked with joy, a betrayal of eardrums everywhere and a direct threat to every living thing within a two-house radius. “I knew it! I knew Daddy loves me the most in the whole world!” I patted her thigh. “Volume, little dictator.” “Sorry,” she said, sounding not even remotely sorry, then turned back to the screen. “Does it have towers? Is it pink? Is there a bridge? A place for horses? A room for CEO Barbie?”

I tease. “I don’t sniff,” he protests. “You do,” Ryder, Remy, and Callen reply in perfect unison. Before Parker can argue, the front door opens, and my heart leaps into my throat as Poppy’s cheerful voice shouts, “Hello.” She walks in wearing a bright sundress and cute sandals. She is so pretty, just like our mum. She looks at me as if she hasn’t seen me in years. Then her eyes flick to the four men flanking me, and she raises her brows.