Poppy's Sister Trolls Voice Actor Novels & Stories

The trolls spoke their own language, and it was unlike anything I’d heard before. Their voices were deep and gravelly. They chatted among themselves and pretended not to understand me when I spoke, but I knew very well that they could. The smallest one was on my left, and seemed very taken with me. He was the only one who looked friendly, and eventually he started talking. I knew it! I knew they could understand me. “Tell me about trolls,” I asked. I’d found out his name was Cory and his dad was the leader of this clan. “How do you shape-shift?”

She was mocking Zayn ruthlessly, her arrogant, hateful mannerisms asking for a good spanking. Despite his usual calm, Zayn felt uneasy after being caught off guard by the woman’s remarks. Of course, he would not express such emotions. He feigned astonishment and said, “Are you Poppy Cohen?” The expression on Poppy’s face grew even prouder when Zayn recognized her. She stood upright to puff up her chest and said, “That’s me. It seems that you still recognize me.”

“I believe you.” She met my eyes. “I believe you, Lady Indy.” For a moment, I genuinely didn’t know what to say. “You don’t have to—” I started. “I was nearby,” she cut in gently. “Not close enough for them to see me. But close enough to hear.” My heart skipped. “I heard what she was saying to you,” Poppy continued, her voice low as she gently cleaned the cut on my palm. “Before the brothers came in.” “I didn’t hear everything,” Poppy said, wrapping gauze carefully around my hand. “But I heard enough to know she wasn’t some helpless victim.”