Poppy Sinclair Novels & Stories

Atlas reacted quickly. He swiftly pulled me into his arms and shifted positions, evading the oncoming Poppy amidst the crowd's gasps. Luckily, Dylan grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Poppy pretended to look embarrassed. With a profound look, Dylan said, "Ms. Poppy, steady yourself!" Poppy felt uneasy under Dylan's cold gaze, her mind shaken momentarily. She quickly smiled and said, "I'm sorry! Ms. Chloe, I startled you. My fault for not standing firmly. Sorry."

All I could see was that other male's we're looking at the woman who was exclusively mine. Grinding my molars, I advanced on her. With one quick movement, I lifted her over my shoulder, dumping her like a sack of potatoes. She shrieked demanding to be lowered. Her tiny fists bit into my lower back. Her disobedience played with my arousal like a toy. I spanked her ass. "Stop moving, okay." Heading west along the corridor. Carlyle and Ryan followed, racing after me. I didn't have to look to know they were there. I could feel them like the air, her scent, Lydia's hands on my back.

He continues, gesturing to my midsection. Sinclair continues to vent, getting louder and louder with every word. “I hate everything that led us to this place. I hate having to sit by and do nothing, because war takes time. I’m thinking I should have stayed and fought, even if there was no chance of winning. I’m thinking I’m a traitor for abandoning my people.” He pauses, looking so feral I honestly feel a little afraid. “And I’m thinking that if Damon were in front of me now I would rip off his manhood, then rip off his fingers and toes one at a time. And I’d keep going that way until he was just a headless torso, but I’d keep him alive for as long as possible to maximize his suffering.”

“We need to make you tapped into your inner demon. If we want you to fight for a seat among the five you have to be fearless, and not fear death but as it stand now you will be disgraced if I call one of the young boys here“ Back to the Den Poppy was discharged after being treated from the hospital. She had a bandaged leg and her forehead had plasters. She made herself look way sickly with makeup to seek pity from Ray but when she went to sought after him, She was told he was out with Vivian and he has moved her out from the house. He felt her heart swell up, he did it for her, and he kicked that whore out. Finally that witch is out of the den and she can be the queen. Star was in her way an

Melissa mumbled. “How would I know? Not as if I'm the one who brought her here," Sin replied. “I wasn't talking to you, d!ck head," Melissa snapped, rolling her eyes. Melissa, you can call her a badass b!tch, a crazy psycho, your choice. She's very good at archery and has some pretty interesting skills. She and Sin are always on each other's neck. Sinclair, but he prefers to be called Sin. Free-spirited, a playboy who chases anything under a skirt. However, don't take advantage of his kindness; he's second in command after Aurelio, closest to Aurelio himself, let's say a cheerful devil.

"Give me the name, Randolph." Belishaw struggled to stay silent, but it was like trying to catch grains of sand. Sinclair sighed and lifted the scalpel. This time he didn't move out of anger. He flicked his wrist and sliced Belishaw's other cheek. A cry escaped his lips, but he did not let the name out. Sinclair set his weapon down. "I wonder if I need to bring additional motivation for you? Perhaps the human woman you've been seeing. Jodie Harkness? Would she loosen your tongue if I had her to play with?"

“It’s all over now, Scarlet. Don’t worry. I am here with you.” “You know my name?” I rub my eyes and glance at him, confused. “You told me last night at the party.” Ah, my bad. Did I tell him my name without getting his name in return? What a poor deal! Anyway, he wouldn’t be the first or the last to be in my bed, I remind myself. “I don’t remember that. Or your name,” I said straightforwardly, adjusting my hair. “I’m Sin.” “Okay, Sin. Is it time for you to leave?” I tousled my hair arrogantly. “What are you planning to achieve by getting a free lunch at my place?”

Then, “Don’t let that arrogance get in the way. You’ve got enemies sniffing around, son, and they don’t give a shit who you are. Jameson’s Casino, the Rossi deal—everything’s got to look clean and in order.” “I know.” My words bite. “It’s clean. On paper. But if anyone steps out of line, Obsidian and especially Seraph isn’t forgiving—and neither am I. I’ve run this place for years, Pops. I know the ins and outs of this world, and I won’t let anyone fuck with what’s mine.” He chuckles—low, almost approving. “That’s my boy. Now, how are the Jamesons?”

I shouted and moved forward, but all I heard was complete silence, which made the pounding of my heart in my chest even louder. *** Connor pinned Nina against the wall, silencing her screams with one giant hand, while the other held a cold gun to her temple. “Be quiet!” he said. Nina was gazing at him with pleading eyes. She muffled a sound with her hands pressed against her belly, and Connor looked down. “My wife was pregnant with our second child when your grandfather stripped her naked in front of his men,” he said, noticing tears streaming down her face and leaving wet trails on her cheeks.

Every time he comes back from these so-called business meetings, he is always on Edge. “He’s unholy, he’s dirty, and you must be kept pure.” He said forcing our eyes to meet. The tip of his thumb brushed my lips. He let my hair go, stumbling back as tho he was tipsy. “Take off your clothes” I did as instructed, no questioning. The first whip struck me hard forcing me to bite my lips. The dry leather belt landed again on my back, this time with more force. Two more whips and then he spoke “ You’re pure, because of me. Do you know what happens when you let temptation take over? You become basked in sin.” He spoke.