Poppy Playtime Orphans Novels & Stories

"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"

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.

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."

For now, I had to focus. But as I walked through the glass doors into the open air, I couldn't help but wonder how much longer I could keep everything—myself—in check. The ticking in my head was louder now, more persistent. Every time it went off, it felt like a countdown, pushing me closer to that inevitable edge. I needed a pet to keep my mind off it—a plaything that I could use.

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.

Close enough that she had to tilt her head back slightly. “Name,” he said. “Lila Moreau.” “Age.” “Twenty-three.” “Organization.” “International Aid Coalition. I’m a field medic.” He studied her face for a long moment. His eyes were dark, intense, but not cruel. Not yet. “You were treating a child,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “Yes.” “At night. Past curfew.” She nodded. “He had shrapnel in his leg. If I left, he would have lost it. Or worse.”

"How long are you going to keep up this act? Last time, it was a headache that turned out to be nothing. Now it's bleeding. Aurora, enough is enough. I'm at Leo's first shift party. This is a huge day for him. I can't just leave." "I'm not faking it!" I was practically begging. "Please, just believe me this once! The baby is really—" "Alpha Daddy! Alpha Daddy!" A little boy's voice piped up on the other end. "Come look! I turned into a wolfie!" "Wow, Leo, you're amazing!" Asher's voice instantly softened, becoming warm and doting. He sounded like a completely different person. "Alpha Daddy is so proud of you!" My heart felt like it was being ripped apart by claws.

“Poppy, things have to change. I have to change. If I don’t, they’ll do worse than take food and warm clothes, they’ll really hurt us. From now on I’m going to make choices you might not agree with, but I have to protect us both. You can’t shrink back because of them anymore. We both have to fight. You have to be confident, and I need you to stay loyal. I can’t have you beside me if you’re not.” Poppy blinked at me, shocked by my speech. Then she reached for my hand. “I’ve been a maid all my life,” she said quietly. “My mother was a maid, and I never even met my father. No one has ever treated me like a real person… until you. When you told me to call you by your first name, that tiny moment

"It's fine. As you can see, this place doesn't look dusty and totally abandoned at all. We, the Royal Orphans, are taking care of it. As a worker at the ministry and a royal, I'm thinking of opening it again. But still, I need to consult to the people." Three more steps, they finally reached the stage. It is very spacious, just like what Jet expected to see. The audience seats surrounds the main stage and it is extended up to the second floor. It resembles a mini arena. On the back portion of the stage, instruments are laid down: piano, violin, acoustic and electric guitars, and many more.

Her life was no longer hers, she'd probably never see her family again and at best, she was going to become a maid who rogues will forced themselves on whenever they like. “Shut the fuck up!” one of the rogues yelled at her and in less than a nanosecond, the whole room was quiet. I know it must be a traumatic experience for the female captives because we’ve all heard the stories of how the rogues force themselves on females and pass them around in celebration. The males have it better because if they train hard and prove themselves useful, they could become trained soldiers in the Feral Park Army.