Poppy Playtime Characters Novels & Stories

Needless to say, those lips could dance perfectly on my cute little boobs that were also made for him. "Hello?" he repeated, his tone teasing as if he enjoyed my reaction. His voice jolted me back to the present. "Oh! Uh… Good day, sir," I managed to say, feeling so embarrassed, heat rising in my cheeks. Just then, Mia appeared beside me, grinning. "Dad, this is my best friend, Andrea. Andrea, this is my dad." “Nice to meet you, Andrea” he said, holding out his hand politely, I was more than ecstatic to take his hands, and I did that, politely though, even as my thoughts ran wild.

He raises an eyebrow at us, challenging. “I could get Poppy if I wanted,” he states. “Get me to do what?” Poppy suddenly steps into the living room wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, her long auburn hair tied into a ponytail, with her glasses on, looking like the cutest thing on the planet. Her infectious energy can be felt as soon as she walks in, looking at us with an amused look on her face.

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 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.

What on earth? “You’ll pay for that!” Poppy screeched, shaking her wings and sending tiny droplets of blackberry juice flying. She flew to the bush, picked the largest berry she could lift, then sent it careening towards the raucous laughter of Petunia and her crew. It missed Petunia but landed on a dark-haired pixie wearing a red dress. Chaos descended quickly. The battle was three pixies against one and it wasn’t a fair fight, so Josh joined in. He worked with Poppy, who looked utterly delighted to have him defend her, and barely left his side.

Theo spoke through the mind link, and I had to teleport to the office where I met Theo seated with a young damsel. She stood and bowed her head the moment she saw me. “Greetings,” she greeted politely, and I hummed before taking the seat beside Theo. “I have explained everything to her, and she is willing to play with us,” Theo explained, and I nodded, glancing at the girl while taking a good look at her. My mother was a smart woman; she would easily know the type of woman I was into. “What’s your name?” “Veronica, sir,” she responded, and I hummed.

I was stuck here. (Flashback Ends) "So that was how toy came to this pack, wow," Issac said after I recounted my story. I simply smiled and ruffled his hair. "Nina! Isaac!" Someone called our. Not just someone, Blossom. She was the only one that came in her unannounced like that. "Blossom!" Issac called excitedly as he rushed to hug her. "Hello, little boy," she teased him "I am not little," he pouted. "Thank you for the food,"

“Alright, Mommyla. Thanks.” -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Poppy woke up around six-thirty in the morning. Her eyes were only half-open, clearly still drowsy, but she turned to look at me right away. “Faith?” Her voice was still hoarse, and it was kind of adorable. “What time is it?” “It’s time to eat, Poppy.” I smiled at her. “Get up. I had food delivered for us.” I pointed to the two large paper bags on the side table. When she saw them, a smile spread across her face.

Mason gulped his beer this time. "Duh. What’s with you guys"? Daniel laughed at the antics of his friends. He was aimlessly twirling the bottle on the table. They were currently sitting at Parker's place. They were four boys Wyatt, Parker, Mason and Grayson. They were the four minions of Daniel Stephen. They were friends since the diaper days. They were coming from middle and upper middle families, in a renowned University majoring in Sports.