Poppy Playtime Rejected Toys Novels & Stories

"Congratulations, Harriet Underwood! You've won a horse plushie. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" Startled, I froze in place. A hint of impatience flickered across the emcee's face. She shoved the plushie into my arms and forced me offstage. The cheap plushie in my hands felt rough to the touch, and the price tag hanging on its back still read five dollars. I recalled what was written on the slip earlier and knew I hadn't misread it. I was about to go onstage to explain when thunderous applause broke out across the hall. "Congratulations, Katie Thorpe! You've won first prize this year—a three-day trip to Marosa!"

I was stuck here. (Flashback Ends) "So that was how toy came to this pack, wow," Issac said after I recounted my story. I simply smiled and ruffled his hair. "Nina! Isaac!" Someone called our. Not just someone, Blossom. She was the only one that came in her unannounced like that. "Blossom!" Issac called excitedly as he rushed to hug her. "Hello, little boy," she teased him "I am not little," he pouted. "Thank you for the food,"

Few weeks ago… “I, Alexa Payne of the Blood Moon pack, reject you, Asher King…as my mate. Our b-bond is b-broken from this time on till f-forever.” Asher stares at me in complete horror as we both brace ourselves for the unbearable pain that comes with rejecting a mate. Almost a minute passes and there is no sign. “What’s going on?” I ask, confused. “Alexa, you can’t reject me just because Ramsey told you to. I have to stay here and protect you!” “He’s going to kill you if we are still mates!” I shout back at him.

Cammy Last night Elijah wasn’t satisfied with only one round. Yes, we nearly went right through the night! I made him stop after a while because we had work in the morning, that and I was close to falling asleep. “I’m the boss; I can afford to be late,” he grumbled, but I simply gave him a pointed look, and he shut up. As much as I wanted to play tardy with him, this is also my job, even if my boss is my… what exactly?

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.

Touch me again. Alex grinned, releasing her hand. 'Oh, I will. But let's make it interesting.' He reached over to the nightstand drawer, pulling it open with a soft creak. Inside lay his collection of toys, hidden from prying eyes. He selected a thick dildo ridged along the shaft, with a flared base for easy handling. It was black, veined realistically, the kind that stretched just right. Maria's eyes widened, a mix of curiosity and excitement flashing across her face. She'd never used one with a man before, but the idea sent a fresh gush of wetness to her core. 'What are you going to do with that?'

"Why do you care?" "I asked first." "I asked second." He kissed me. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't asking permission. It was punishment and possession and desperation tangled together, his hands in my hair, my back against the door, teeth catching on my lower lip. I let him. For a moment. Then I shoved him back. "No." "Sera—" "I'm not your plaything anymore, Dante." "Anymore?" He stared at me. "Is that what you think you were?"

Lynn's utter indifference was a rejection he didn't know how to handle. "Aren't you going to open it?" Caius asked, his tone edged with impatience. Lynn picked up the box. It was heavy. He unwrapped it with deliberate, unhurried movements. Inside was a custom-made, professional-grade artist's portfolio case, crafted from the finest leather and containing a set of brushes and tools so expensive Lynn had only ever seen them in catalogues. It was a king's ransom in art supplies. It was also a brutal reminder of the first "gift" Caius had given him, the one he had rejected. This was bigger, more expensive, a blatant attempt to buy his favor, or at least his compliance.

"When you get out, your sister will definitely make it up to you." Then she turned and walked away. Just like that. I felt my body shake as I clutched the bars, watching her disappear down in those expensive heels. It was the first gift I bought for her when I started making some money. Anna, her beloved daughter, had never gotten her more than a cheap bracelet down the store. I gasped for breath, my chest rising and falling erratically as I screamed. "MUM! MUM! MUM!" "AM I EVEN YOUR REAL DAUGHTER?" I choked out, my voice pleading.

Herald. “Hi, Mrs. Jody, may I make a request, please?” “Sure, Amethyst,” Jody replied quickly, smiling back at Aunt Baby. “What is it?” “Can I have Poppy all to myself for a month?” Aunt Baby’s unexpected request left us all silent, and Jody and Chloe’s mouths fell slightly open. “I know it’s a big ask, but I really like Poppy. You all know I design clothes, right? I’d love to have her as a model and take her to Singapore for the upcoming fashion week.”