Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

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,"

he said, almost stumbling over his reply, "and I have a sneaking suspicion it won't be the last." "Well, don't misunderstand me. I'm not saying I'm ready to jump into bed with you, but..." "But you won't turn me down if I ask you out again?" "I'll be disappointed if you don't." He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. "When's the next time you have a few hours off?" "Later this afternoon, from about three until seven." "I'll pick you up at three-thirty. Wear something casual-slacks and a light sweater in case you get cold and bring a camera if you have one. Today, we play at being tourists in the city."

Poppy teases, reaching over to brush his hair back from his forehead. He yawns wide enough to show every little tooth, then blinks up at me. “Can I have pancakes?” “Pancakes?” I echo, feigning shock. “That’s a big request for someone who’s barely awake.” He shrugs, eyes already drooping again. “I like making them.” “Yeah,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head. “That’s reason enough, baby.” Poppy watches us, her expression soft but full of something fierce beneath it. “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?” she asks quietly.

“I want to pull the trigger myself.” Hayes nodded, his hand sliding a burner phone across the table, its plastic casing scratched, its weight grounding. “Use this,” he said, his voice flat, his eyes steady. “No traces. Warehouse, 10 p.m. on Friday night. We set the trap, you make it stick.” I grabbed the phone, its cold surface steadying my shaking hands, my smirk a blade. “He’s dead,” I said, my voice steady, my heart a storm of hate.

Jack thought for a while. "But I don’t have his change of clothes". Jack said as a matter of fact. "That we can buy from the same mall. What do you say? Na na na na". Daniel held his hands pleading. Jack laughed at his puppy eyes. He softly smacked his forehead. "Okay. We have 2 more hours to fetch him from kindergarten. And I got to finish a meeting. Meanwhile you check for the new promotions okay? Model suggested? Everything finalized"? Jack stood up to get to the files coordinating with Daniel who was back into professional mode. Explaining and discussing the ideas for the new Beauty Products launch.

“Don’t be so sensitive. I’m just teasing you. Of course, I want to hear it. Unless you’re going to tell me that Kayla was promoted, or worse, got herself a billionaire or something.” “Ew, no!” Poppy replied. “She can kiss my ass. I couldn’t care less. Anyway…so, do you remember that pop rock band we watched at Coachella a couple of years ago with the cute bass player and the hot singer?” she asks, her voice way too excited for me to keep up.

“Deal or not?” Javier tried not to laugh. “Okay, fine. No pinch, no kiss, no kartoshka, no stealing candy.” He held up three fingers like he was being sworn in. “Just for today. Tomorrow, we renegotiate.” “No,” Poppy cut in quickly. “Today and tomorrow. And… until I’m grown.” “How old is ‘grown’?” I asked. Poppy thought hard. “Twenty-three. Like Mommy when… when…” She glanced at me, remembering something she absolutely shouldn’t mention. “When Mommy had a stupid idea.”

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.

Poppie After Shayla and I got our ass beat by Tanya and Stephanie, I was not looking forward to get it beat the entire night. The crowd had wound down and a few people left, which meant the level of the party was about to go up. It was all about the stay and play part of the party. Austin stuck around and was eyeing me the entire time I was getting my ass beat in Spades. I had had enough and I was ready to have a nice, interactive conversation with Austin. He was looking all kinds of handsome standing next to the speaker near the wall.

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.