Novel & Cerita Poppy's Dad From Trolls

His gaze lingers on me for a brief moment, and I feel a warmth spread through my chest at the sight of his piercing blue eyes. "Hi, Dad," Natasha greets him, breaking the silence. "We're just putting the finishing touches on everything." "Excellent," Noland replies, nodding approvingly. "I'm glad to see you all working together so well." His gaze flicks over to Tristan, and for the briefest of moments, I detect a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Tristan's been an enormous help," Natasha quickly interjects, anticipating her father's unspoken question. "He came by to support me and offered to lend a hand."

“Poppy's biological father's name is August Valentine, and I’m his younger sister.” Poppy took a sudden look at the woman. “My dad’s sister? Did my dad have a secret sister?”

"Stupid don't confuse him. Your Poppy has experienced this before. When father was injured by a vervain bomb after saving Holly. Mother and dad tried to give him blood but he went blood crazed and almost drained them both. Father was on his way to drain me and Sky too but Sky put up a barrier in the last second and I drained the magic out of it and then gave the morphed magic back to Sky so he could make an even stronger shield. But father looked like a monster, it scared the hell out of us. Sky repressed the memory but I didn't and when that happened to us the memory came back in full force. Your Poppy wasn't screaming just because of you she saw you overlapping with father when he went sav

"Well, according to Poppy he knew there was going to be trouble from certain factions. He's been covering you even when you thought he was gone. He didn't interfere, but he kept an eye on things so you didn't get in over your head. When dad showed up and Poppy came back on the scene they wanted to help as you may recall, but you wanted nothing to do with them for whatever reason." I ignored the look he gave me and carried on. "The long and short of it is, you're focused on going legit, my dad's already done that for the most part so it stands to reason that he might have some ideas on how to achieve that. From seeing what he went through, I know it's not as easy as you seem to think. It cann

My Dad said as he placed a box on the ground, letting out a heavy breath with his hands resting on his hips, studying the lounge and kitchen, "I wanted things to be perfect for you when you moved in." "Thanks, Dad. Soon I will be seeing to myself, and you won't have to spoil me as much." I smiled. "I will always buy anything you want because you're my only daughter." He smiled, "I better get the rest of your things." He walked back out. I noticed that my Dad had brought my bag in as it was laying on top of the box he had just brought in. I took my bag and reached inside for my phone and I saw a text from Spooky and Cris, and there was another text...from Tristan.

Enzo POV “Hey, Dad!” My daughter comes running up to me. “Guess what?!” “What, gumball?” I replied. “Gumball? Really? I’m about to turn eighteen, Dad. I’m not a little kid anymore,” Poppy said with frustration. I chuckled. “No matter how old you are, you are my little gumball,” I said, hugging her. We have only been here for a week. Already, Xavier, Poppy, and my mate, Maddie, are happier than they have ever been. I am not much for packs, but my family is everything. I want them safe and happy, like they are now.

Multitasking seemed to be his hidden talent. I trudged downstairs, craving a tub of ice cream, when suddenly my popcorn vanished from my hand—replaced by a black file. My eyes shot to Mom, who stood there, smirking knowingly. "Again, Mom?" I groaned, staring at the file. "Dad forgot it again?" "Not quite," she shrugged, munching on my popcorns like it was her duty. "He's too busy today. So he asked you to take it to Alex."

The couple had already vanished, pursuing the werewolves, who fled. “We need to go now, Robah,” another troll from behind the building said as Robah nodded his head. "Father," a small voice mumbled behind them. The younger troll held onto his father, kneeling on the ground where he had fallen. Next to him, he clutched his wife. Robah limped over to his young son and kneeled beside him. “My son!” He held him in his arms. He was close enough to extend his hand to his son. The four of them were united in their grief. The rest of the trolls who followed him were all dead.

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

Charlie demanded with his fork raised. Anne almost choked on her pancakes. She cleared her throat and raised her eyes. The children's big eyes shone with excitement. She sighed. "That's not your daddy, that's..." She pointed her finger. She then noticed that the photo had disappeared. The random handsome man whose picture she chose to become their kid's father seemed to be looking mournfully up at her. "Mama, Daddy Lucas has already agreed!" Chloe said. Chris nodded vigorously. "We asked him after school yesterday!"