Poppy Playtime Puppet Novels & Stories

Together, they'd unpacked the box and oohed and ahhed over tiny blue onesies, an adorable T-shirt emblazoned Grandpa's Little Buddy, and various other miniature accessories. Later, alone in her apartment with the television playing low in the background, Poppy sorted through the baby things once again. Knowing she had her parents' support meant the world to her. She'd been so sure they would be disappointed in her. But each little garment was an affirmation that they loved her, and they loved her baby. Poppy felt a lump forming in her throat, and her eyes stung with threatened tears. As she picked up a tiny pair of red sneakers, she surrendered to her emotions.

I said to them. They stood up and followed me. I go first because I don't want to show my daughter my little jealousy against her dad. So, I adjusted my emotions before dealing with them. "Nanny. The stuffed toys are cute oh, I also love the color and her hair. So very adorable, Poppy." I saw when Davvy pointed out the huggable Queen Poppy in the movie Trolls. "Nanny, buy it for me, please?" I heard Davvy whisper to his nanny.

Venus beamed at him and tried to start a conversation, asking his age and what his hobbies were, after cajoling and giving him the time he would quietly give one-word answers but venus was not phased by them, she considered it as a win that he even looked her way. Bidding everyone goodbye and promising to come visit soon venus headed for the door, she was meeting Greta and was about to leave when she felt little arms wrap around her leg. She looked down to see Poppy looking up at her with big green eyes, her lips formed into a sad pout, venus almost passed out from how adorable the sight was. Picking her up and giving her a kiss on the nose she said, "I promise ill be back soon okay," "N-no

Elena POV “What’s your name?” I asked the maid as she scurried about, arranging and rearranging things in my room. I stood awkwardly by the door, the presence of a stranger in my room made me uneasy even though she was so kind. She smiled at me as she lifted the curtains and let the sunlight stream into the room. “My name is Poppy, Luna but everyone calls me Puppet. You can call me whichever one you prefer.” “Puppet?” I bit out.

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.

I was sitting on the edge of her bed, fingers combing through her hair, and I paused for half a second. Adrian laughed softly from the screen. “Technically, a play castle. But yes. A castle.” Poppy shrieked with joy, a betrayal of eardrums everywhere and a direct threat to every living thing within a two-house radius. “I knew it! I knew Daddy loves me the most in the whole world!” I patted her thigh. “Volume, little dictator.” “Sorry,” she said, sounding not even remotely sorry, then turned back to the screen. “Does it have towers? Is it pink? Is there a bridge? A place for horses? A room for CEO Barbie?”

A low, terrifying growl rumbled from his throat. "I won't let you leave! No matter what happens, I won't let you go!" Draco had rested his wolf head in my lap countless times, and I had loved his warmth. But now, I felt nothing but raw terror looking at his enormous wolf head drawing near. I finally understood that Draco's gentleness existed only because I was his pet and a delicate plaything that needed careful handling. The moment I slipped out of his control, he would easily tear me apart or force me back onto the toy shelf with strength no human could resist.

Beth Pov The bass was loud enough to vibrate my teeth, which was exactly the volume I needed to drown out the low-level hum of existential dread. I grabbed another plastic cup of cheap champagne and surveyed the carnage. My apartment looked like a bomb hit it, but everyone was laughing, and that was the point. Distraction. Controlled chaos.

“Alright, Mommyla. Thanks.” -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Poppy woke up around six-thirty in the morning. Her eyes were only half-open, clearly still drowsy, but she turned to look at me right away. “Faith?” Her voice was still hoarse, and it was kind of adorable. “What time is it?” “It’s time to eat, Poppy.” I smiled at her. “Get up. I had food delivered for us.” I pointed to the two large paper bags on the side table. When she saw them, a smile spread across her face.

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.