Poppy Playtime Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I didn't wear a bra so it was easy access. I threw my head back weakly as he reached for my shorts again. “Ryan…” I couldn't help it, I was so done for. I bit my lips, my voice soft and needy when he touched my wet panties. “Soaked, huh.” I nodded, my teeth sunk inside my lips. “Damn, I wish I can fuck you, but I truly did come here to play.” Then he let go of me after teasing me, Asshole. We got down from the carousel and headed straight to the Ferris wheel. It was huge and mighty, and the guy that worked there helped us get in.

“Told you we’d fix it.” I laughed, my heart full, my hands gripping his shirt, my eyes locked on his. “But we’re not done,” I said, my voice steady, my resolve iron. “There’s still Sarah, Hayes, Giveon, the rest—they’re next. But tonight, you’re mine.” He pulled me closer, his lips trailing my jaw, his voice a growl. “Hmmm, I love the sound of that butterfly,” he said, his arms a fortress, my future clear.

We stay like this for five minutes until she stops crying and falls asleep. "Let me take her," Seth whispered, and as soon as he grabbed her, Poppy stirred and groaned, not releasing her arms. "It's okay. I'll take her." Poppy is thirteen years old, and the way I slid my hand under her and held her like a princess, she isn't heavy. It may give a bit of weight because of my injured leg, but it doesn't bother me. I signal everyone to leave us. Effie had everyone go downstairs.

But at least Asher knows Lizzy grows in his heart and that it will never die until they meet in another life. They will come back together later! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 It's still a sad chapter 💔💔💔. I'm so sorry if you were crying in the early chapter. Fun fact: I wrote this chapter with tears that never dry. I wrote crying throughout the writing of this chapter while listening to Katy Perry's song, The One That Got Away (who likes this song?) The lyrics of the song inspired this chapter😘😘😘. Try listening while reading this chapter, and you are guaranteed to cry 😥😥😥. See you 💋💋💋.

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.

If you are triggered by such content, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this chapter. ~~~ Author's POV: When they reached the second floor, Poppy tried once more to pull away. This time, she shoved Penelope hard enough to knock her off balance. “Let go of me!” she cried, her voice raw with panic. Penelope stumbled but caught herself—and came back with a slap that echoed down the long hallway like a whip crack. Poppy’s cheek burned, her skin stinging where fingers had landed. She tasted blood on her tongue. Her hands flew to her face, but she wasn’t surprised. She should’ve never come to the party. She wasn’t invited, wasn’t wanted.

Even more than usual, Poppy felt her Warmth Parameter decreasing rapidly. The corner of Poppy's eye caught Evander's hand hanging neglected by his side, and she couldn't just stand by and watch the opportunity in front of her pass her by. A thin smirk appeared at the corner of Poppy's lips as she thought about playing a trick on Evander. Let's just say this was Poppy's way of improving her relationship with Evander. When Evander wasn't paying much attention to her, Poppy reached out and grabbed Evander's hand tightly.

I can’t walk around with this living, moving, growing being inside of me and even consider there’s a possibility that he will not be born alive and healthy and grow into the young man I saw in my dream. “You’re not having second thoughts about leaving though, right?” Poppy asks. She reaches across the table and grabs a piece of toast off of my plate and starts chomping on it. I don’t say anything because I wasn’t going to eat it anyway, but she acts like we are sisters sometimes instead of me being her boss, or whatever I am. Sometimes, I like that, but other times, it is annoying.

“What are you two doing, you little rascals?” “Tea party!” Renee cheers, hands in the air. “It’s supposed to be bedtime,” AJ’s mock-serious voice says from behind the phone. Payton shakes her head. “No, Daddy, it’s our tea party time! Mommy said so!” “Oh really, and where is she?” AJ questions. I see Renee put her small hand in her mouth and shrug her shoulders. “Hey girls, do anything fun while your uncle’s been busy?” “Yeah, I watched your game! You beat Daddy again!” His eldest says.

Paris answered as she slowly got up from her desk exiting the office. Her parents Mrs. Rose and David poppy has been married for 27 years. She is the oldest of two children. She's 26 years old, her only sibling is Brian Poppy who is 6 months old. However, she is not the only girl her parents raised. Three years after she was conceived, a dear friend of her mother, a single mother had died from an incurable disease and so Mrs. Poppy had decided to take in her best friend and only child, Everlee Sunflower, to raise as her own. Everlee is 23 years old. She grew close with the Poppy family not lacking any love. However, she's out of the country finishing her studies to become an art teacher.