Novel & Cerita Poppy's Dad From Trolls

“Of course we’re going slow. She has a lot to figure out. There is no pressure on Harper from my side. Harper is calling the shots here, Son. The last thing I would is push her. I’m not that kind of man, I thought you would know that about your old man.” He grins. At last. “Yeah, I do know that, Dad. Besides the fact I’m pissed at you for dating a woman who is eighteen years younger than you, I can see how happy you make her. And I’m not totally blind. I can see she makes you happy too. I’ve not seen you this light since mom passed away. It’s time for you to have your second chance at happiness. I’m not going to stand in your way. That’s all I’ve got to say but hey, Dad. If you marry Harper,

And just like that, I blew everything—everything I had worked so hard for and planned carefully. “You…” The look on his face was terrifying. My heart beat even faster. I was scared, hoping Mr. Scott wouldn't reveal everything to my dad. But it seemed my dad noticed something was off. Turning to Mr. Scott, my dad asked, “Is there something wrong?” Afraid Mr. Scott might tell him the truth, I replied in a hurry. “Nothing, nothing. Just that Mr. Scott and I met earlier and he didn’t recognize me.” My dad laughed and turned to Mr. Scott. “I told you.” Then turning back to me, he asked, “You did recognize him, didn't you?”

I zoned him out and totally revoked my words from earlier. Carl was a shameless liar and the only reason why I had to believe some of his words was because he dad affirmed to it. I thought it was weird that I would have a crush on such an old man, but then, my taste in men was so bad, so I gave up trying to hate myself for it. "I'm sorry Tina, I should have resisted her seductions," her dad admitted and my eyes widened just like Tina's, "but for the sake of your mother, forgive her," he said and Tina paused in her movement.

This cause Yan Yang's hazel eyes, to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss had......... A father and son relationship??

“I’m your father because you were born from Mommy and me. And now I’m here.” “So I have two Daddies?” “Yes.” Poppy lifted her face quickly. “Is that allowed?” I let out a short laugh before I could stop it. “There are no special Daddy police, Pop.” “If there are, I can explain.” “I’m sure they’ll give up in five minutes.” Poppy counted on her fingers. “Daddy Adrian. Daddy Sebastian.” Then she looked at me, very serious. “I’m rich in Daddies.” Salma actually choked on her tea this time.

“Because I could see how uncomfortable he made you every time you’d leave the house, and he’d be there, waiting like a creep. I swear he used to hide in the bush waiting for you to come out.” The two of us burst into real, unrestrained laughter again that leaves our eyes watering and our cheeks sore. For the first time since this morning, the heaviness in my chest actually lifts. When we finally settle, I shake my head, wiping away tears of laughter. “You know, Dad would’ve eventually come around. He always did. He’d pretend he hated Ryder on principle, but secretly, he liked him.” Poppy nods, smiling softly. “He respected anyone who could keep up with you. Even if he never admitted it out l

"Being mad is understating it. Really understating it." The phone in the kitchen rang, giving Dad an excuse to stand up from the table and mutter something about me being a brat. "Hello?" Dad answered from the kitchen. "Oh, hi Gene. How are things…? Yeah, we need to have another soon… Grayson? You want to talk to him…? Alright." Dad walked back in the dining room and handed the phone to me. "Gene McCormick wants to talk to you." Poppy's dad? What did he want? "Hello?"

“I just don’t want to sound cocky about, you know, stacking wood or whatever.” Lily studied him for a long, uncomfortable moment, then shook her head. “I don’t know what’s going on in that brain of yours lately, but you’re acting like the floor’s going to drop out from under you.” “I’m fine,” he said too fast. She leaned in a little. “Eli.” He looked at her, throat tight. “If Dad’s putting pressure on you,” she said, voice low, protective, “just tell me. He can be pushy without realizing it.”

Dad, as if suddenly realizing something, grabbed me and yelled, "You heartless brat! You'd better return that 7,500 dollars to your brother this instant! You're all in on this scam, aren't you? Look at this, everyone! This corrupt business and my ungrateful son are collaborating to steal my money!" I inwardly cursed my misfortune at encountering Dad. I was starting my first day at the branch and wanted to keep a low profile to avoid any drama, but unfortunately, Dad seemed determined to make things as difficult as possible for me. Dad's outburst meant the truth didn't matter to the surrounding guests; all they saw was an establishment mistreating a customer. There were a few who even had the

It's chilly outside. Troy mumbles as we step out into the cold. "Trent's dad is such an asshole, no wonder Trent is an ass..." Troy drapes his hand around my shoulder. "Oh, you've met Tyrone already..." I tilt my head. "His dad lied about the drug test." Troy gasps. "What!" "That's so cruel! How could he do that to his son!" Troy stares at me. "Why are you so invested in Trent's business these days?"