Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

Plenty of time to change the ending. On my way to grab Mom's lunch, I spotted Judy—smug, glowing like she'd just scored big. I tried to breeze past, but her high-pitched, fake-sweet voice cut through the hall. "Shiloh! Money comes in slow when you've got a real job. Good thing you lent me some!" I smirked. "Yeah, but you rake it in faster doing nothing. Just open your mouth and take it from our family. The future Leonhart heir spends more on a pet than that."

Theo was explaining goat ownership plans. Poppy was drawing family pictures. Harper rested against Noah. Daisy rested against Roman. For a while nobody spoke. The comfortable kind of silence. The family kind. Then Poppy suddenly looked up from her drawing. "I forgot something." Everyone looked over. "What?" Harper asked. Poppy held up her picture. There were stick figures everywhere. Noah. Harper. Theo. Herself. Roman. Daisy. Lillie. And several tiny new figures. "What are those?" Noah asked.

Finn stared at the outstretched hand, looking from the library aisle and the safety of his solitude toward the door where the world, his mom, and the gossip were waiting for him. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his glasses and reached out. His hand felt smaller in mine, though his grip was tentative but firm. "Three months," Finn agreed, his voice shaking slightly. "But if you make me go to a football game, I'm breaking up with you." A grin broke across my face while closing my fingers around his, sealing the deal completely. "Deal," I declared. "Now, come on. We have a party to crash."

What can I say, they are growing boys? As soon as we were done eating, the triplets talked their Poppy into playing another game of hide n seek. As you can tell, they really enjoy playing that game. They are trying to figure out how everyone keeps finding them so quickly. Poppy doesn’t find them as quick; he wants to give them a sense of the hunt, at least that’s what he says. It keeps them busy for about an hour when one of the cell guards comes rushing in yelling making the hairs on my arms stand up.

"I doubt it. I can easily make you fall for me and just as easily break your heart." "Wanna bet?" Cleo asked, her eyes twinkling. "I'm listening." "Let's see... Whoever falls in love with the other before the hotel is completed has to admit it publicly on live TV and quit playing and their favorite hobby for a...year. Deal?" "Deal!... Get ready to be played Miss Reynolds." "On the contrary, you're about to be played, Mr. Simmons. Played real good." She said shaking my hand. I smiled. Let the games... BEGIN! T B C

Katy Perry - The One That Got Away _______________ All this money can't buy me a time machine, no I can't replace you with a million rings, no I should've told you what you meant to me (whoa) 'Cause now I pay the price In another life I would be your girl We'd keep all our promises Be us against the world In another life I would make you stay So I don't have to say you were The one that got away The one that got away

Josh agreed. These men, though they acted their typically lively and jocose manner, I know deep inside them, they were planning on how to protect Chyna against me. And I couldn't defend myself. Knowing my track record? Nah! No one will be going to believe me that I had changed. I already change. But it was too late for me. “Alright. Blue team was disqualified.” The referee announced. “Oh no, wait!” “We are going to play!” And then, everybody in our team started to acted kind and obedient. Well, we only played this game once every quarter of the year. We can't miss it for the world.

We went on dates, talked through the night, and had wild, explosive sex. Toby and I were a couple. The butterflies in my stomach quivered with excitement. Toby stayed with us through the end of Fall Fest. He declined to play most of the festival games, but we convinced him to take pictures at the pumpkin themed photo booth. “Do you realize these are the first photos we have of the two of us?” I waved the Polaroids in triumph. “If you don’t hang them in your living room, I’ll be offended.” “I don’t know. You don’t match my decor,” he said in a bland tone. I swatted him on the arm, earning myself a rare laugh. Ellanearly choked on her hot cocoa, she was so shocked.

“Exactly. Cheap Thrills. Afternoon, bright lights, loud music, rides. Couldn’t have been clearer.” I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “You’ve officially proven it. I am the worst at this game.” He laughed. “You don’t just lose at guessing, Mira. You fail spectacularly. Which, honestly, makes it more entertaining for me.” “Glad my humiliation is your source of joy,” I muttered, but I was already smiling. — The moment we walked in, the air hit me with the sweet burn of popcorn, the shrieks of kids riding roller coasters, and the bright whirl of cotton candy machines. It was loud, chaotic, yet unexpectedly perfect.