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.

“Oh, that’s right. He wasn’t going to fuck you in the middle of the fucking hallway. Totally my mistake. He was just going to ‘breed’ you in the middle of the fucking hallway.” Raina scowled at Poppy. “I hate you.” Poppy chuckled at that. “You love me.” Then Poppy tensed abruptly and her demeanor completely changed. Gone was the sly, sarcastic woman she knew, who was too clever and witty for her own good. In place was a nervous, anxious woman that was so uncharacteristically unlike Poppy that it was almost comical if it weren’t so tragic.

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.”

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.

The television volume was low, but no one in the Sinclair living room missed a single word. Their steaming cups of morning coffee sat on the center table untouched, eyes glued to the screen on the wall. The headline crawled across the bottom of the screen in bold white letters: ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING SHAKES ASTER LANE, PROMINENT BUSINESSMAN DAMON SINCLAIR INVOLVED. The reporter’s voice was detached, the way people sounded when they were discussing tragedies that had nothing to do with them.

“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

I tell her, my voice soft. Her eyes widen, and she crosses her arms. “If anything, it should be me who apologizes.” She looks away for a moment. “I’m sorry for leaving early when you’d ordered me to attend as your date. I failed in my duties.” She looks back at me and forces a smile. “You were right. I forgot my place. I’d gotten so comfortable in the social situation, that I forgot that I don’t belong in your world. I never will. I’ll never be more than a replaceable employee, someone who would only ever be your mistress, but never a wife. That’s what you accused me of, isn’t it? Wanting to be Zane’s mistress, despite him having neither a girlfriend nor a wife? And I do apologize, Mr. Sincl

The sound felt deafening in the quiet room. She looked at the screen. It was Jaeyoung. Zayren saw her expression change, saw the hesitation flicker across her face, but he said nothing. For once, he wanted her to choose him willingly. Sarang’s heart pounded violently as realization hit her, she was about to forgive him, about to walk back into his arms. But she had promised Jaeyoung she wouldn’t let Zayren take Reynez away from them. And now Zayren didn’t just want his son. He wanted her too.