Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 Craftycorn Novels & Stories

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

Pop my cherry Daddy! Chapter 11. Author’s Pov. Clad in a red waist-snatching dress, I walked elegantly down the stairs with my messy waves dangling down with me. I had decided to invite my friends Denica and Johnson to join me in this party as I struggled my way through making Ignazio jealous if he tried to ditch me like he always does. I do not know what this feeling was but it was driving me crazy and I needed to do something about it.

Jack gulped hard as Daniel held his hard length in hand tugging it. "Good... So get ready to be punished by Daddy. ." ----- Tabby

We all watched Poppy, including Hope. “Poppy, wait a moment. I’m going to perform the magic now. When I count to three, you can open your eyes, okay? Ready? Abracadabra, abracadabra, two eggs will become three! One, two, three, voila!” When Poppy opened her eyes, they widened in shock. She gasped and covered her mouth with one hand, momentarily stunned as she looked at the three of us. Her feet instinctively moved backward, and she fell onto the couch, staring at us in amazement. I tried to suppress a smile as I watched her.

Poppy sat in the second-floor living room in front of her room, waiting for Capri to arrive, who had scheduled an appointment with her. She looked out the window at the clear afternoon sky, which showed that the sun was about to set. “Last night was really fun. That was the first time I had partied with other people,” Poppy thought. She was excitedly thinking about the next event that Donna would prepare for. The sound of footsteps brought her attention to the door. Capri appeared shortly afterwards.

If this was reality… well that would be tomorrow Poppy’s problem. She trotted over to the air mattress that served as her bed. It was neatly made, just as she always did when she left for the day. For a moment, Poppy observed the reminder of what it had been like when things were normal. Feeling a deep sense of exhaustion and resignation, she climbed into the middle, and used her teeth to make her blankets into a kind of nest. Poppy turned around a few times to trample the middle into a comfortable hole and then laid down in the center of it. With a sigh, Poppy closed her eyes and hoped beyond any hope that when she woke up and this would all be a bad dream, and she’d be a human again.

It’s nothing more than a friendly, silly time where no score is kept, and no one plays by the official rules. Ophelia initially wasn’t interested. “I like to watch sports, not play them,” she’d teased. But then, Payton and Renee asked to join in, and her entire attitude changed. “Alright, fine! If your nieces are gonna play, then count me in.” It had been a few months since she met the girls, and neither remembered my girlfriend. But it soon didn’t matter because they were busy trying to run the ball down the yard. AJ even came in to pick up Renee, carrying her past everyone so that she could score. Adorably, she tried to spike the ball with both hands, but the ball just flopped to the groun

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 continued my barrage of jokes, moving my body to face Poppy, “Wanna play sticks and talk?” “You had me at ‘Wanna’, girl.” Poppy replied, sticking out her fingers, as we engaged in an intense tournament of sticks, while talking about all of the different clothing combinations I could have. As I expected, Poppy annihilated me at sticks once again, and I didn’t win a single game. Thankfully, once Poppy and I had finished our very cathartic reminder of the good things in our life here, it was around lunch time, and we had gathered enough of a drive to actually get something to eat.

"Really?" Poppy nodded hard. "Yeah, I sold three fish!" Nicole smiled. "That's amazing." Poppy twisted her fingers together, then hopped excitedly. "Zeph said I did a good job, too." Nicole wiped off the rain, changed clothes, and put on a cartoon to keep Poppy busy. Then she noticed the scratches on Poppy's face. "What happened?" Poppy's smile faded a little. "I was eating candy, and someone ran over and grabbed it out of my mouth."