Poppy Sinclair Novels & Stories

*Poppy* The early morning chill settled around me, wrapping the room in uncertainty. Tanner's words echoed in my mind, stirring fear and urgency. Seamus's involvement in crafting a poison so potent it could kill even the mightiest beast was a revelation that sank like a stone in the pit of my stomach. This was not just a threat; it was a race against time. My fingers trembled slightly as I traced the patterns on the tablecloth, the dread amplifying with each tick of the clock.

There, standing in the dimly lit hall, was Sinclair Carter. He looked different now. Gone was the polished businessman. In his place stood a man on the edge of desperation. Dark circles under his eyes. Sleeves rolled up. A gun in his hand. Adrian stepped forward, his own weapon raised. “This ends tonight.” Sinclair chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “Does it?” He looked at Claire then, his eyes dark with something sinister. “You always did have a way of ruining things, didn’t you?” Claire met his gaze, unflinching. “And you always did have a way of underestimating me.”

Every pass left me wetter. My hips jerked. I couldn’t stop them. The more he licked, the more my body pushed back toward his mouth. A low, continuous moan started leaking out of me. My cock was trapped between my stomach and the edge of the bed, leaking steadily into the sheets. He pulled away. I whimpered at the loss. The first smack landed hard across my right cheek. The sound cracked through the room. Stinging heat bloomed under the skin. “Count,” Adrian said.

Poppy’s face had turned a liver-like shade of purple, her whole body shaking with rage. She raised her hand and pointed at Serena, looking like she wanted to stab her with a knife. At that moment, a gentle male voice came from behind Serena. She instinctively turned around. When the newcomer saw her, his expression instantly stiffened, and a different kind of spark lit up in his eyes. Poppy immediately dropped her sinister expression and switched to a sweet smile as she hurried forward. “Clint, you came just in time! This woman was bullying me just now! You have to stand up for me!”

Sinclair chuckled, his laughter cold and mocking. “You’ll see soon enough, sister. Alpha Cahir has plans for you and those precious children of yours. He’ll make me rich enough to buy my way into power. Imagine that—me, a lowly whore's son, becoming one of the rulers at the free city.” His eyes gleamed with ambition. “Your Lycan babies will pave my way.” *No, no!* Ava screamed inwardly. Her mind flashed to her children—little, vulnerable. The fear gnawed at her like a wild animal whenever Sinclair mentioned them. They were her weakness.

✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧ "It's okay, Poppy. We won't force you to share—" "Daddy used to love me so much," Poppy whispered, causing Mommy to fall silent. Poppy lowered her gaze, fiddling with her fingers. "When I was little... he was always with me. We would always eat together. Whenever I was sick, he would be restless. When I was sad because I missed Mommy, he’d do anything to make me happy. B-But… ever since Mommy Jody brought Chloe to the mansion…" Poppy's voice hitched, "—he stopped paying attention to me. He was always angry with me. He’d always scold me even when I hadn’t… d-done anything wrong. And… from that point on, he stopped calling me his daughter. It was always Chloe. He didn’t want

I had expected her to cower in fear but she simply got up and gritted her teeth, “Food, my foot” Saying so, she raised her hand and slapped Greg hard as his eyes watered. The four men fell silent for a minute as Greg registered the shocking fact that a girl had slapped him in front of his comrades. My heart swelled with pride at Clarissa’s act. Yes, she was foolish to attack a man when she was outnumbered but the fact that she stood up for herself told me that she could become my partner if I trained her hard. Silas, I and her could become a team and we could hunt demons and demon summoners together.

“You’re lucky I don’t throw a shoe at your head. And please do not take the money from him. Take it from me, I do not want him paying.” “I’d deserve it,” I said, trailing after her, unable to stop the grin on my face. “And miss, I doubt that you should be taking anything from her. What would they call me? A barbarian or a monster, if I allowed her to be the one to pay while I stood and watched. I'm sorry but I'm a man of class and I'm not going to allow my woman to pay.” “Well, that would require me to be your woman, wouldn't it, Damon?” Sienna sassed. The saleswoman, laughed and looked at the two of us before turning her attention to me.

I swear I know that name from somewhere, almost like he’s famous, but I can’t put my finger on who he is, and the tension in the room makes it harder to focus on him. Sinclair crosses the room in two strides, and before I can react, he twists Mr Riggs's hand to his back, his eyes off me entirely, now narrowed at the man I believe he wholeheartedly intends to kill. “You think it's funny to prey on weak girls?” My head snaps up at him as I hear him call me weak, and just like that, "the incident" leaves my head, replaced with a familiar but safe anger. “Even worse, you want to attack a woman to steal my money?” He says in a low, measured tone. His ability to be so composed while he nearly snap

I will have to face their music and bear the consequences. "I never knew you had this in you bitch. " One of them named Carmela says as she leans against the table while smiling and pulling at my nose. "So you are this corrupt? I thought you were always the goody two-shoes girl who has a lot of life planned ahead of her getting ready for the future. I never knew you dared to step into a rich man's home just to get into their pants. " She says as she continues to snap her fingers in my face. "You're such a slut you know that. You made it to the first position by overtaking me because it has been my dream to sleep with the prestigious one and only Mr Mitchell. But you overtook me, Amelia. You