Poppy Playtime Ships Novels & Stories

"That's all in the past now." "Thank you." She patted his hand with her other one. "I also heard that you have kids now. Quadruplets." "Uh... yeah." He nodded, smiling proudly. "Do you want to see their picture?". "Of course!". She beamed. Andrei pulled out his wallet and took out a picture from it and passed it to her.

Theo was explaining goat ownership plans. Poppy was drawing family pictures. Harper rested against Noah. Daisy rested against Roman. For a while nobody spoke. The comfortable kind of silence. The family kind. Then Poppy suddenly looked up from her drawing. "I forgot something." Everyone looked over. "What?" Harper asked. Poppy held up her picture. There were stick figures everywhere. Noah. Harper. Theo. Herself. Roman. Daisy. Lillie. And several tiny new figures. "What are those?" Noah asked.

“We will drop all of you, but as we stated, we will not be staying. We’ll be back in two weeks.” Two weeks. My hand runs over my abdomen. I’m not due for another month. I hope they aren’t late. I really don’t want my son to be born on the island. Jude continues, “We will stay for five hours. If you are not there, you will have to hope another ship drops by.” “And how often does that happen?” Poppy asks him. He looks her up and down, something I’ve noticed him doing before. He’s probably ten years older than her, but it’s pretty clear, the short sailor with greasy black hair is interested in Poppy.

After unloading me inside again, they put me in the shower and, on their way out said, "You start work at 9am Monday morning." Later that Friday night, while I was lying in bed next to my husband, my phone buzzed. I quietly checked it and saw new messages in the W******p group. Troy: Hey Poppy, been thinking about you. When next are we going to see you, Poppy? So we can fill your holes up again! Jamal: Yeah babe, that tight pussy and ass need filling soon. Tell us when you are free so we can pump you full of cum. Nick: Fuck I still remember how good you looked covered last time. When’s round 2? We got loads ready for you

bird 1 : he also loves your mommy but fearing to confess apple : is it how you people know bird 2 : we stays opposite to his balcony so we knows apple : oh what we need to do to make this dumb humans to fall for eachother bird 1 : let's do something but we need a plan to make this mission success apple : mission mom and dad bird 1 : weird but okay apple : what's your names bird 1 : iam lisa bird 2 : iam laya apple : nice names lisa and Laya : thank you apple : ok let's plan together when you both are free lisa and laya : ok byee let's meet again apple : bye

Ruby leans forward, looking for an opportunity to make a dig. "I'm not really sure, maybe because there's teams? I've never thought about it?" Aurora says, her confidence in full flow now she's talking about familiar things. "Can we do it? What do I get?" Poppy jumps up, willing to prepare the game, but needing direction, she looks at Aurora. "Um… ok, literally just cups?" Poppy sprints off to the kitchen, coming back with a stack of pint glasses. She smiles gratefully at Aurora when she stands up and takes some from her. "And two teams?"

The black dazzling Royce rolls slowly pulled over at the entrance of the glassy gigantic office building. Just as the Royce rolls came to a halt, girls and boys made head turns towards the car as their eyes glistened while they instantly drooled in anticipation of the Greek god figure behind the tinted car window.

Lily said in concern, she was worried about her with the way she keeps increasing the pay, but deep down Lily loved how things were going. Tessa released dry laughter. “Come on. My dad will only nag for a moment and that's all.” She declared and grabbed her phone from her bag. Tessa scrolled through the phone while putting all her concentration on it. “Business comes first, Lily, we will head for the club later in the day. You have to come with us, Mila.” Tessa said to her cousin and she nodded. Lily agreed, and the ladies began to talk about other random stuff.

“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?”

Happily ever after. I flip on tonight’s game to watch passively in the background. It’s the Tampa Beasts and the Georgia Woodpeckers, and so far, no one’s scored anything. They’re about to go into halftime with zeroes across the board. Wiping away a stray tear, I let air hiss out my nose. This is why I’m a Portland Shoremen fan. Getting back to work, I pick up my notebook, and more rhymes and lyrics come to mind.