Poppy Playtime Experiments Novels & Stories

"Fifty Sir." "Give me three." Kumuha ng tatlong balot ang tindera at nilagay sa plastic bag. Nagniningning ang mga mata ko habang nakatingin sa popcorn sa loob ng plastic. Nang i-abot ng babae ang plastic ay ako ang tumanggap at agad na binuksan ang isang balot ng popcorn. Agad akong sumubo ng popcorn. Naiiyak ako nang malasahan ko ang popcorn sa bibig ko. Hindi namang makapaniwalang tumingin sa akin si Steve. Ngumiwi pa siya ng makitang may kaunting luha sa mata ko.

Fortunately, there were firewoods scattered everywhere and that’s what Axis and I picked up and used for our bonfire. We were pretty close to the water. It's windy but the difference from our first day here is that the air feels refreshing now. I was in a tucked position and using a small stick, I played it with fire. Axis, on the hand was just sitting beside me and I can feel that he's staring at me. I looked in his direction and I was right because he was looking at me now. "What are you looking at?" "You look like a kid," the mockery of his message is evident.

Evander and Poppy had to retreat when the horned bull appeared before them again. “Damn it, I don’t have time to deal with you, you damn bull!” Poppy was now truly racing against time; she had only 2 minutes and 45 seconds left before the System’s barrier could no longer protect her. “Oh my God! He's going to attack again,” said Evander when he realised that the horned bull had raised his giant axe again. “Ugh!” Poppy sighed angrily. There was no other choice at this point. Poppy would have to gamble on her luck. After all, they didn't have time to avoid the deadly attack.

I said, looking over at her and smiling. “Thank you girl,” she said as she sniffed. “I....really...,” she hesitated. “I know,” I interrupted her. “I got you.” Poppie smiled a weak smile. She was almost 100% but not quite there yet. I wanted her to be at her best because I knew she would do well. “Thanks,” “You hungry?” I asked. “Yeah,” she responded questionably. “You wanna smoke?” I asked, passing her the blunt I had rolled on the table. “It might help with your appetite.”

’ All I had was a mental image of Beaux's screwed up face of disgust, eliciting a small giggle from me. I did not bother waking Poppy up, just so I could get a few more minutes of peace from her crazy arse. She is going to be breathing down my neck all day, mithering me by constantly asking if I can smell anything. I eye-rolled at the mere thought of it whilst I did my best impression of a spy trying to move about without being detected.

“So we can do anything to her?” “Anything,” Reynold replied smoothly. “Use her any way you want.” Dave asked cautiously, “No interference from you?” “Give me some credit,” Reynold chuckled. “I want to see if my slut can perform for me, so I won’t be interfering at all.” The guys asked for a moment to talk it over. Reynold nodded. “Okay, Poppy, why don’t you go to the restroom and freshen up? I feel you’re going to be very busy for the next two hours.”

And before she could stop her hand from moving into the fridge, she found herself taking out the cupcakes. She took a bite and noticed how sweet it was, and then she began to munch on it, while eating three out of it. And even when she tried to keep some of it in the fridge, it felt impossible. And she finished the whole cupcakes. Immediately, she heard the sound of shoes clacking on the floor. Lillian turned and met Nora, who was staring at her with beady eyes. It was at that moment, Nora noticed the plate Lillian was holding, and before she could say a word, Nora rushed to her and grabbed the plate from her hand.

Chapter 58: Poisoned Plans SARAH’S POV The living room was dim, the Miami sunset casting long shadows through the windows, the air thick with tension I’d been brewing for weeks. I stood by the kitchen counter, my hands gripping a glass of orange juice, the crushed sedative dissolving invisibly, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread. It’s been two weeks since I’d drugged Ethan, since I’d climbed on top of him, his body limp, his mind gone, my first step into pinning my pregnancy on him to secure my hold.

*Isla* Poppy flutters around the sunny sitting room, moving from light filled window to window as she spins in a soft circle. Isaac is in her arms, and seems unphased by her attempts to get any type of reaction out of him. So far, at only three days old, he is a quiet, amiable baby. “He’s too young to really smile at you, Poppy,” I say from the floor where I’m sitting with my legs crossed. I look down at the paperwork littering the floor, my hand aching as I scribble my signature on something pertaining to a grocery order for the kitchen.

She felt the nipple tighten, felt a voluptuous heaviness settle between her legs. Never, had she wanted to have sex twice in one night. Now, for the first time ever, she was eager for a repeat performance. Chloe knew it had nothing to do with her protracted period of abstinence. What she and Timothy had just shared was a first for her. Dropping her gaze, she saw that she wasn’t the only one ready for round number two. Timothy remained rampantly, unashamedly aroused as he smoothed lather over both breasts with the painstaking care of a pastry chef icing twin cakes. He paid special attention to the erect peaks before directing his attention to her stomach, hips and thighs, leaving a frothy lay