Poppy Playtime Room Novels & Stories

Her eyes went to me, then the sunglasses, then Sebastian. The woman said nothing. I loved her for it. “The playroom is ready,” she told Poppy. “Security check is complete.” “Are there dolls?” “Yes.” “Kitchen?” “Yes.” “Markers?” “Washable.” Poppy immediately wrinkled her nose. “Boring.” “The permanent ones were confiscated because someone drew eyebrows on Bunny.” “That was an improvement.” Salma took her little hand. “Come on.” Poppy hopped down from the stool, then suddenly turned back, grabbed the remaining half of her pancake, and wrapped it in a napkin.

All the others, and there weren't many of them, were thirtyish henpecked fathers and the occasional grandpa. "Action. Me. Yeah, right." The large room had been divided into rows of booths with different chintzy games and activities. There was also a stand selling hot dogs and soda pop, a seating area, and a puppet-show stage. Music issued from the speakers, a collection of spooky tunes from horror movie soundtracks blended with silly numbers like "The Monster Mash" and "One-Eyed, One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater." But what captured Jeffrey's immediate attention, and Bill's as well as evidenced by his low appreciative whistle, were the girls.

After walking a little farther, Draken opened one of the doors. “This is your room. There’s a king-sized bed with side tables, a 40-inch LED flat-screen TV, a mini refrigerator, a working station, a bathroom with complete toiletries, and of course a walk-in closet filled with branded outfits, branded shoes, branded makeup, and even expensive jewelry... just for you,” Draken explained. Meanwhile, I simply stared at the beautifully designed room. It had a modern style. The size of the room alone felt as big as our entire house.

Besides, who could resist her curves, huh? Lily moved out of her room, she was yet to unwrap some furniture in her room and hasn't gotten a little stuff she will be needing. At least, she would be free from her nagging parents and annoying Nora. She sighed and walked out of her room, it was a two-bedroom flat and the other room was the guest room. Lily walked to the balcony of her room and stood there. She loved the view in front of her as she giggled like a baby. The breeze blew on her skin, swaying her hair, and she slowly closed her eyes.

"What is this?" Zyran didn't blink. He stepped closer, invading my personal space. He looked down at the folder in my trembling hands and then into my eyes. "It's exactly what it says, Roosevelt," Zyran murmured, I stared at the black ink on the paper. Room 6: A children's playroom. Painted in soft pink. With a custom-built dollhouse. "Why..." I choked out, unable to breathe. "Why do you want a pink playroom?" Zyran reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sent shiver down my spine.

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

He led me inside. The lights turned on as he clapped, dull shades of blue and red. It looked like a private club. I followed him to another room and froze at the sight. It was Aldwin's playroom. The room was expansive, large enough to be partitioned into sections. Various whips, cuffs, and other play tools hung from a wooden peg board along one wall. In the centre stood a large, sturdy table, its surface upholstered in a plush, velvet, bedding-like padding. The lighting was dim and recessed, a crimson glow that made the whole space feel like a forbidden sanctuary.

Except it was not my room anymore. The room was painted in pink and yellow, the two colors separated by the thick Peppa Pig border running around the room in the center of the walls. Pine furniture, new furniture, including a huge sleigh-style crib, filled it. The curtains were Peppa and the lamp was Peppa and the rug was Peppa. Instead of her old CD player, an iPod dock with a pink iPod sat on a pink floating shelf. “It’s loaded,” he said. “Full of Dirty J. Including her favorite song.”

Yet, countless stars appeared overhead, softly glowing, with occasional streaks of shooting stars. Some lights in the room emitted a gentle glow, and the air was filled with the soothing music of a music box. Cradles, rocking horses, various toys, and a wide array of clothes for babies from newborn to one-year-old were neatly arranged. Nearby, there was also a special corner for children to play, featuring tall castles, slides, and swings. Derek thought of almost everything related to babies. This room was even more perfect than the one I had designed before. No parent in the world could resist such a place.

Jenna’s heart raced as the elevator doors opened straight into their private floor. Marcus and Damien had blindfolded her in the car, telling her it was a surprise for their good little girl. When the blindfold came off, she gasped. The playroom was a dream. Soft pink and white walls, thick padded floors, shelves full of toys, stuffies, and shiny equipment. A big padded bench sat in the middle under soft lights. Chains and straps hung ready. In one corner was a crib with rails and a changing table.