Poppy Playtime Players Novels & Stories

he said finally. Seeing as he loved it, Dailey figured she would try to like it too. She did like the main characters female minions, who fawned over him like sexy maids. At one point the main character used one of his minions as a chair—a play she recognised. When she cast him a suspicious glare he laughed. “Shush,” he said. “Or I’ll use you as a footstall right now.” Knowing it wasn’t a bluff, Dailey conceded, turning her attention back to the girls on the screen.

All I had to do was bet. "Player or banker," she said. "That is the whole game. Closest to nine wins." Simple. And fast. In the time it took me to finish one drink, Cara had won close to ten million. She collected her chips laughing, and I felt the itch start under my skin. I leaned over the table. "I want to play." Cara looked at me sharply. "Do not. These people do not lose money to strangers twice. You are new here. You do not know this room."

he said and exited the field to a corner where he sat and drank his usual coke. We started playing the match and It was easy to tell that these set of players just joined the team, they played like amateurs even though their legs were swift, they weren't thinking. I single handedly ended up scoring five goals before the coach blew the whistle and called it a day. "Come here everyone" I said to them and they all gathered around me. "You've tried and you played good, you have the moves and skills but you don't make use of what is up here" I said tapping my head.

Fine. I grabbed two from nearby staff. The second Ben heard my voice, though—click. Hung up. Again. Ms. Lockhart's words echoed in my head. I'd have to go big. Wiping away my tears, I opened the city's biggest influencer livestream and splurged on an eye-popping virtual gift to grab their attention. The streamer, Mr. Hero, perked up immediately.

I nodded in agreement as I was wiping away the tears, he was right I needed to have a nice relax before all the stress of the ball as well as my 1st shift later tonight. “Ryder, time for you to leave! Part of my birthday gift has arrived for Aurora and its now girl time!” Poppy said with authority shooing Ryder out of the room. “See you later Aurora.” Ryder shouted just as the door closed. “What have you got planned sneaky one?” I giggled at Poppy.

Natalie…" I walked past him and continued on my way. This time, he didn't follow. When I reached the intersection, Ivy sent me a message. "Ms. Lawson, we're playing a mystery box game at tomorrow's team-building event. Are you coming? I heard everyone's guaranteed to win a prize!" Looking at those words, I smiled and replied, "I'll be there." The next day, I drew a small card at the company team-building event. It didn't say, "Thank you for participating." Instead, it read, "Today's Lucky Winner."

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Every night, Alexa and Chris communicated and with the news she was hearing, Alexa realized how close to death she was and it scared her. Clues, Chris had asked for clues that could help them but she didn't know what to tell him...till now. She remembered the day before when Morty was telling her how much he enjoyed playing on the merry go round, or as he called it, the round swing and there's only one playground with that ride in their area, Tim's playground. That night she tried to talk to Chris but she couldn't for some reason. Maybe Josie found out and blocked their communication somehow, but she couldn't get through to him.

he said, his pen tapping a file. I cut him off, my hands slamming his desk, my voice sharp, my eyes locking on his. “I’m sorry, sir but I have something more important to say,” I said, my heart racing, my recorder hidden. “There will be a syndicate hit tonight at the pier 19, there will be a shipment of millions in product. I want us to take them down.” Giveon’s eyes widened, his hands clasping, his voice cautious but hooked. “Are you sure?” he said, his pen stilling, his gaze searching.

“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.”