Poppy Playtime Rejected Toys Novels & Stories

"You two pass me around like some toy and take turns having your way with me. You feel pretty proud of yourselves, don't you? "It takes 40 weeks to carry a child to term, but it would only take me a few minutes to get rid of it. Luciano, I don't want my child to be born without a father. Even more than that, I don't want him or her to end up being the plaything of psychos like you and Dante." With that, I turned around and walked out. But Luciano yanked me back, dragging me into his arms. "I'm not like him!" It was like I'd stomped on a raw nerve. Even his voice was shaking. "Chiara, don't go. Don't leave me."

I pointed. “Yours contain theft.” I stared at him. His innocent expression made me relax a bit. Although he was annoying sometimes, most of the time, he was pretty easy, so I decided to forgive him this once. Nyra arrived several minutes later and dropped into the chair opposite me. “Good news.” “Those words have lost all meaning since entering this palace,” I answered while taking a sip of my coffee. “No weapons today.” She shared the news happily. I stopped sipping my coffee and looked at her face like I had heard something wrong.

“Losing your last paycheck on some poker game?” “Please, just give me more time! I’ll pay you back! Every cent!” Carter wailed, tears streaming down his bloodied face. “We gave you time Carter, and you used it all up,” The gun guy chuckled darkly. “You ran out of that when you placed your first bet. Don’t make promises that’ll get your organs sold, Carter,” the guy with the gun taunted, his grin a little too wide. “You like staying alive, don’t you?”

“What are you two doing, you little rascals?” “Tea party!” Renee cheers, hands in the air. “It’s supposed to be bedtime,” AJ’s mock-serious voice says from behind the phone. Payton shakes her head. “No, Daddy, it’s our tea party time! Mommy said so!” “Oh really, and where is she?” AJ questions. I see Renee put her small hand in her mouth and shrug her shoulders. “Hey girls, do anything fun while your uncle’s been busy?” “Yeah, I watched your game! You beat Daddy again!” His eldest says.

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.

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.

We came to shop and eat not drag children by the hands because their legs were tired. Once inside the mall, Kaylen saw a cool toy stand and we walked around it looking at all the cool toys and plushes. Everyone seen those cool octopus plushies that you can change their mood from happy to mad. Javier saw a dinosaur plushie. We considered many other species of animals and they had fancy noisemakers. Kaylen and Javier picked out a few toys and Valerie paid for it . Kaylen saw a store she really wanted to go in, but there was a sign saying come back after 1pm.

It was a perfect day for baseball. In typical business-geek style, his gaze roved over the fans, looking for those who wore Packard designs. If Chloe had her way, a lot more normal, everyday people would want to wear his line of sportswear. He turned when he heard Chloe talking to a hot dog vendor She twisted to look at Timothy . “You want something?” “Whatever you’re having,” he replied. He dug into his wallet to pay the vendor, but the older man smiled and waved him off.

I liked the Ryan that teased me, not this one. “For everything. For bringing you into my life and messing things up, for being such a bully, for having such a terrible dad, for such a terrible life, now you're getting bullied online. I'm really sorry, you were meant to be just a plaything.” Just a plaything? “What do you mean, just a plaything? There's something more?” I wasn't sure what I wanted to hear, but I wanted to hear something. He looked at me and I caught him blushing again. Things were getting crazy very quickly.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” “You said you would be my toy, but toys break.” “Not me. So daddy, fuck me, please.” A strange look passes over his features as he releases them and unbuckles his pants. And I can’t help the gasp that escapes through my tiny lips.