Novel & Cerita Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 Deep Sleep

Blood Awakening Chapter 14: Sweet spot Morning came in just a snap of fingers. Maridelle woke up with a pair of warm arms around her waist. She checked who it was just to find Lachlan cuddling her. Immediately, she checked if he got some clothes on. Maridelle cannot bear the thought of him sleeping beside her naked. For a moment, hot blood pooled on her cheeks. Slowly, with courage, she took peek under the blanket. It's a relief to see that he is wearing clothes. The landlady must have left it outside their room for him.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

I couldn't fight it, and I couldn't fight them, and as I cried out for help, they all waved a small, taunting goodbye, as I was pulled into total darkness. "Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH" A loud screaming sound pulled me out of my slumber, and I opened my eyes to see Poppy again invading my personal space. She was on top of me, and making what I can only imagine were supposed to be alarm clock sounds with her mouth, getting louder and louder. "Alright alright, I'm up, you can stop." I answered, slapping her face like an alarm clock, getting her off of my bed.

Chapter 144: Holy Shit! It was noon the following day before Poppy finally rolled out of bed. She felt vaguely guilty for having slept so late. But there was nowhere she had to be, so why not take advantage of it while she could? She'd be starting morning shifts at the coffee shop soon enough. Barefoot and wearing the oversized Columbia T-shirt she'd slept in the night before, she stood staring into the refrigerator. Being that it was afternoon, she couldn't decide if she wanted breakfast or lunch.

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.

**Chapter 34: Deepening Desire** The golden hour light poured through the master bedroom windows, bathing everything in a warm, honeyed glow. The triplets were down for their afternoon nap—Elias fighting it longest as always, Sophia and Theo already lost to dreams. For once, the penthouse was quiet, and Chloe felt the full weight of Alvin’s attention on her.

I just nodded in agreement as she was right, it was because of getting Sapphire that I can stand up for myself and stop being the weak wolf they see me as, I’m done with their bullshit and hopefully I’ll be able to get my revenge on them with some help. “Time for pizza and that movie, think you’ve had enough excitement for one day and you’ve got the ball to think about tomorrow as well.” Poppy said in a joking tone, just as she said pizza there was a knock on the door and Flora entered with the magic tray of goodies, I got to love this woman. She placed the tray down and said goodnight to us three as she walked out of the room, we all grabbed a slice of pizza and Ryder put the film on as we

Sade I woke up. My body’s alarm clock was set, despite the fact I had only fallen asleep a couple of hours ago. I turned my head to see Trent’s peaceful face. He was still sound asleep. I was not going to get out of bed. The internal alarm clock was just going to have to shut up. The blanket was around my waist, exposing my arms. The AC was working overtime, and I was suddenly freezing.

River’s POV The popcorn popped violently in the microwave. When it finally slowed, I pulled the bag out, careful not to burn my fingers. I emptied it into a bowl, drizzling a little caramel over the fluffy kernels and giving it a small toss. Perfect. It was past ten. I knew I should’ve been in bed, getting the rest my body so badly needed, but sleep refused to come. Steven was already out like a light in his room, his soft snores echoing faintly down the hallway, and the house was so quiet it felt almost too big.

I was about to hit the emergency call when my grip went weak, my phone clattered to the floor. Next thing I knew, I was out cold. Lost in a fog, I dreamt a bunch. I dreamt of Henry, regret all over his face, handing me divorce papers. I dreamt of him, our baby in his arms, cozying up with Melanie. Tears started streaming down my face, and they just would not stop. Through the blur, a warm hand kept soothing my forehead. A sip of cool water brought relief to my parched throat. Someone gave me medicine and wiped my sweaty brow with a damp cloth.