Poppy's Sister Trolls Novels & Stories

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

AVA'S POV The music kept playing. As if nothing had changed. As if three men weren’t walking toward her with intent carved into their expressions. She stepped back instinctively. “Tessa,” she whispered. But Tessa was distracted. Laughing. Oblivious. One of the men grabbed her wrist. Firm. Not violent. Yet. “You’re coming with us.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “Let go.” Her sister was gone. Gone. The betrayal burned hotter than fear. The man tightened his grip.

[Damian’s POV] “It’s your step-sister,” What? My eyes popped open. “Who?” I roared “Ruth Delance, it’s Ruth Delance,” Bobby answered with tears in his eyes. The name resounded in my head. “Ruth?” I repeated, feeling confused. My step-sister? “She wanted us to beat, rape Sarah and film it,” he continued. But it all felt like a bad dream.

"Mom, I'm fine." It was nice. So I had a bowl of soup that belonged only to me too. Mom stayed quiet for a while before speaking again. "If you're fine, stop putting on a show just to get attention." "There are plenty of men out there. Since you've agreed to give Ronan to your sister, stop fighting for him." "Your sister isn't as strong-willed as you. She never fights you for anything. If she’s asking for this now, it means she truly loves him."

“Being part of the popular crowd may not always seem as perfect as you might think. It’s easy to see these kids as carbon copies of what a teenager is meant to be. To someone on the outside they are witty, wear the most stylish clothes, not to mention their seemingly God and Goddess like bodies. Everyone wants to be them, or the very least, be their friend. But are they really all that? What if I told you that the most popular girl in school, the Pom-Pom Princess herself was taking diet pills. Yes, you read that right. Diet Pills. How many of you have been bullied by Miss Miller for being overweight? Too many to count I’m guessing. How ironic is it then that she herself doesn’t even have tha

Poppy knew exactly which stall her sister was in by the soft muffled cries exiting her lips and the scent of the Chanel perfume Poppy gifted her. Rachel wasn't exactly in tune with time but it felt like it hadn't taken long for Poppy to arrive. The young Vampire heiress unlocked the door for her sister. Poppy pushed the door forward and dismissed the lifeless body seated on the toilet. She headed straight to her younger sister and wrapped her in her arms. Poppy caressed her fingers through Rachel's pale hair and exhaled a sigh of relief. Rachel appeared to be physically unharmed although her younger sister's emotional health seemed to be scattered to pieces and descending into a drain of ins

Sophie and Trent looked really happy, but when she looked at Poppy, her friend was nodding, but the smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes. “Poppy, what is going on?” April asked. Poppy leaned forward and grabbed some noodles. She shrugged. “The company is great. Harrington’s is the best opportunity available. It’s just… “ Trent looked up from his meal. “Poppy?” Trent was very protective of them all, and he could now hear the hesitation in Poppy’s voice. “It’s my boss. He is a dick.” Poppy didn’t meet their eyes now, as all their attention was on her.

I swallowed the lump that had accompanied her slap. "Caramel?" The shock could not be contained. She wasted no time in getting rid of the bandana. "What is it?" She began to walk around the chair I was tied to, in small circles, keeping her arms folded across her chest. "Caramel?" I repeated as if it would change the image of the person before me. As if the state of shock I had gone into after realising that I had been kidnapped was not enough, I saw that my sister was a part of my abductors.

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

It didn't. "Allison," he said, not questioningly but just stating her name. "Allison." It was like his saying her name had unlocked something that refused to lock up again. "Fourteen years. We were fourteen in the hallway at school, two Ukrainian girls agreeing we could get along, and I haven't seen her in six months and all the time-" she trailed off and then forced herself to continue, "all the time she's been pulling strings and showing up with sandwiches at the hospital like I didn't already have a sister in my life messing everything up."