Poppy Sinclair Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

I didn't like why the three of us were tied to her just as it was said in the prophecy that my chosen one would come from the territories of the human world and I'll share her with my two enemies. I cleared my throat and tried to be calm but I failed woefully because my hands were shaking to destroy, I was restraining too much fire and if I unleashed a side of me, I would burn this city down # "Tell me Flower, who the fuck is Silvio?" Vladimir asked sweetly but I could see behind his crimson eyes that he was one second from snapping some that made our mate scared. She was a fucking jewel and so priceless. I've never seen anyone intrigue me as this woman. Her chestnut hair was tied in a pony

Today was for her grandson and her other daughter. Jade and Percival had brought their twins, who were now toddling around with Alexander. Mia kept a polite distance but smiled warmly at Elara. Elara’s mother fussed over her grandson constantly. Even Damien had shown up, offering a stiff congratulations while avoiding deep conversation with Kai. The party was in full swing when it happened. A woman in a server’s uniform moved through the crowd with unnatural focus. She had been blending in, but as she neared the family table where Alexander was playing with a golden rattle, her hand slipped into her apron. A small pistol emerged.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

“Now crawl to every guy here and introduce yourself properly. Tell them your rule.” There were only three other men in the room with him. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled slowly and seductively across the floor, swaying my hips and arching my back to look as slutty as possible. I stopped in front of the first man. “My name is Poppy,” I said softly, looking up into his eyes. “I love cock, cum, and being fucked. Use me anyway you want, so long as you don’t tell my husband.”

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.

she was neither impressed or asking about it as if she had seen it before. "So my girlfriend is not impressed by money... that's makes me more interested." he thought with a sly smile playing on his lips. He had seen how she could be a sly fox in sheep's clothing and he can't wait to strip all those masks of her. Sabrina starred at the window in deep thought. "She was sure that the man sitting next to her was no ordinary man. If he could breach her security wall and still manage to get all my information he has to be talented. "

“Rogues are nasty people, and if they are getting paid by someone else, it could be someone powerful.” “Paul,” I began, “Sinclair was taken as a newborn. She didn’t have a good home growing up. She later became a hitman and is completely lethal. Plus, she has the entire Blackstone and Ironclaw pack backing her.” He looked at Sinclair curiously, “A hitman?” “Kaia is one too,” I said. “She is just as lethal. She didn’t lawn dart you at that dinner by instinct. She's trained to be deadly.”

She patted my hand, and we continued our chores. Jagger’s POV I felt dizzy, and I wanted to scream the moment I entered my room. I couldn't believe that Poppy was here! Poppy, the woman who had been haunting my thoughts ever since I met her in the town where I spent a week on vacation. I never expected that she was the daughter of our housekeeper, Calla. I never even thought that I would meet her family there because she was from that place. And that was where I met Poppy—my goddess, my woman—the one I left behind and never returned to!