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The worst-case scenario is that I’d be having another chat with Doctor Heath. "Obsessed with you?!" Poppy spat like it was the most disgusting thing in the world, "You’re obsessed with my mate!" "Oh please, if he were your fated mate he would’ve claimed you by now. If you could take him off my hands though I'd be extremely grateful."

“I want to hear more about Mr. Magic Fingers.” Poppy laughs and launches into detail, telling us all about her wild night with Mason Harris. And, of fucking course, I’m imagining myself having a wild night with another Harris brother. We talk and laugh for another half an hour, and then it becomes apparent that we’re all tired and lame and want to go to bed. “Thanks for letting me hang out,” Poppy says when I walk her to the front door. “It was nice.”

I open up the apartment door to find Poppy lying on the couch scrolling through her phone, the same position I left her in a while ago. "Hey...hey you!" Poppy says excitedly as she first sees me enter and then spots Rhode closely behind. I'm surprised when she jumps up from the couch and makes a beeline for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "I've missed seeing you around Mr Millionaire" She giggles as she hugs him. Rhode seems to be quite surprised as well, but politely hugs her back. "Nice to see you Poppy , how are you?" Rhode says politely as Poppy pulls back and places her hands on her hips. She looks between the two of us a few times before her mouth

The world I once saw as beautiful is now tainted with evil. Steph breaks my deep, dark thoughts with a different set of deep and dark, “I gotta read you this chapter!” She shrieks. “Go on,” I roll my eyes. She reads me several chapters and I confess to my A****n order, which makes her ecstatic because now we can share our thoughts on the story. She explained to me why she never texted me back last night because of her role-play with Julian and his stupidity for not giving her a heads up. She insists that X and I need to try it out and that it’s a whole new experience. We’ll see…

-THE END- *AUTHOR'S NOTE* Dear Readers, As we reach the end of this journey, I want to express my gratitude to all of you who have joined me in exploring Poppy and Logan's adventures. Thank you, everyone, for taking the time to immerse yourselves in my story. Your support means the world to me, and I truly appreciate every bit of feedback and encouragement you share.

I whimpered as I saw Grey Maledetti stepping toward me. “I have to admit that I'm impressed.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to face him. “But now it's time to go home, Poppy.” He effortlessly scooped me from my seat and lifted me in his arms. Then he dipped his head, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You're mine, Poppy. You may try to run, but I'll always find you.”

CHRISTY: I felt Everette’s gaze on me, but I tried to pretend that it did not bother me at all. Little by little, his tears were making me unconscious, and it was too damn hard to pretend that I was not affected at all. “Remember when I said back then that I want to open a coffee shop where customers are also allowed to read whatever books they want while they are waiting for their orders?” Poppy’s eyes brightened as she played with Sebastian’s hands.

Paris answered as she slowly got up from her desk exiting the office. Her parents Mrs. Rose and David poppy has been married for 27 years. She is the oldest of two children. She's 26 years old, her only sibling is Brian Poppy who is 6 months old. However, she is not the only girl her parents raised. Three years after she was conceived, a dear friend of her mother, a single mother had died from an incurable disease and so Mrs. Poppy had decided to take in her best friend and only child, Everlee Sunflower, to raise as her own. Everlee is 23 years old. She grew close with the Poppy family not lacking any love. However, she's out of the country finishing her studies to become an art teacher.

I am the Dawn, and I am meeting my past today not as Paige, the girl Greg manipulated… but as Paige, the woman he never had the power to break. There’s a soft knock at the door, and before anyone can answer, Poppy pushes the door open with a groan that sounds like she’s dying. “I swear,” she mutters, stomping inside, “if you ever wake me up before the sun again, Paige, I’m moving back to the university and living off instant noodles.” Leo follows behind her, annoyingly bright-eyed for someone who probably slept less than four hours. “Morning,” he says cheerfully. Poppy glares at him. “Do not speak to them like the day has started. It hasn’t.”

Author's POV: Poppy froze. The lamp trembled in her hands. The man didn’t speak. He just stood there—sweating, and his stomach folding over itself, with beady eyes that glinted beneath the harsh overhead light. His breath was labored, and his grin was slow, like he thought this was normal, and was entitled to her. Poppy's hands shook harder. She lifted the lamp an inch higher. "Who are you?" she whispered, her voice cracked and hoarse from the screaming.