Novel & Cerita Poppy Playtime Fanfiction

Poppy again. I no longer felt any fear or anxiety or even anger seeing her anymore. We’d played this whole song and dance so many times that I was actually expecting this. She'd been too quiet recently. “Are you not getting tired of this Poppy?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips, “We do this basically every training session, at this point it's just sad.” Poppy was a coward, that much I knew from the moment I met her, and this time she didn’t have her cronies to play up to so I figured that this was just going to be another attempt at intimidation and wanting me to stay away from her fiance.

“You are absolutely cooked.” I flop backward onto the mattress with a groan, staring at the ceiling while Simone keeps laughing at me. Around me, the apartment settles into its usual rhythm—Troy typing away at his notes, Simone humming while stealing my blanket, coffee brewing somewhere in the kitchen. And me? I’m lying there trying not to smile like an idiot because Connor McLeod wants to see me again. Which is probably a terrible idea. Unfortunately, terrible ideas are starting to sound really good.

ZekeHayes: getting ready for bed, u watching another episode? Peyton_williams: hell ya, i'll update you tomorrow how far i get I fall asleep thinking about a boy, instead of how shitty that dinner was.

I am the Dawn, and I am meeting my past today not as Paige, the girl Greg manipulated… but as Paige, the woman he never had the power to break. There’s a soft knock at the door, and before anyone can answer, Poppy pushes the door open with a groan that sounds like she’s dying. “I swear,” she mutters, stomping inside, “if you ever wake me up before the sun again, Paige, I’m moving back to the university and living off instant noodles.” Leo follows behind her, annoyingly bright-eyed for someone who probably slept less than four hours. “Morning,” he says cheerfully. Poppy glares at him. “Do not speak to them like the day has started. It hasn’t.”

GREY I watched Poppy eat the pasta I'd made, and my smile kept stretching wider. She made those little sounds that sent blood straight to my cock. All I could think of was to tear that dress off her and fuck her for hours. It would have silenced every last sliver of her anger, too. Even if she'd resisted at first, I knew a way to melt her. Eventually, she would have submitted and obediently taken everything I'd have given her. But that would only bury the problem for a while…

✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧ "It's okay, Poppy. We won't force you to share—" "Daddy used to love me so much," Poppy whispered, causing Mommy to fall silent. Poppy lowered her gaze, fiddling with her fingers. "When I was little... he was always with me. We would always eat together. Whenever I was sick, he would be restless. When I was sad because I missed Mommy, he’d do anything to make me happy. B-But… ever since Mommy Jody brought Chloe to the mansion…" Poppy's voice hitched, "—he stopped paying attention to me. He was always angry with me. He’d always scold me even when I hadn’t… d-done anything wrong. And… from that point on, he stopped calling me his daughter. It was always Chloe. He didn’t want

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.

I felt so trapped and exposed. MidnightMVP: I’m sorry. That weight is heavy. You’re stronger than this mess though. One breath at a time. I’m always on your side. Send the pic. I’ll roast it with you. I sent it quickly. MidnightMVP: Okay, he pulls off broody well. But damn, you two have real spark. Tension jumping off the screen? LensCrusher: Tension? More like I want to shove him away. But talking to you… it stops the tears every time. Thanks for getting me without judgment.

"Don't be silly dear child, we have only just begun" "What're you talking about?" "You see, Morris my simple minded friend the Hathaways think they've won. They think that we have given up, but what they don't know is that we're only giving them time." "Time?, for what?" "Time to heal, time to forget us, and time for us to get stronger. As you all know, I've lost most of my powers and won't be able to fulfil my destiny yet. But, with time, I'll get stronger and more powerful"

“I’m already engaged.” I heard Richard say almost in a roar. Everywhere went silent. “I’m engaged,” there was a slight pause, as if he was searching for the words. “To Stacey Smith.” he finally revealed, with that familiar smug voice I despised. Wait!! D-did he just say Stacey Smith? Like me? Stacey Smith? I stood still, frozen with shock, trying to piece together the words in my head, to confirm what I thought I heard. ~~~~~~ Stacey Smith has been working quietly as a Secretary at Desmond Pictures for about a year, slowly but steadily building her résumé to kickstart her dream of becoming a movie Director but her mundane life is turned upside down when her arrogant, play