Poppy Sophia Ridley Novels & Stories

I waited to hear a third new voice, but after a short time of not hearing anything, I realized what was different about this room. "We ain't stealin' kidneys or nothin'! We're here to help y'all out," Poppy announced, taking her key ring back from Mia's hand without any resistance, "All I need is yer name and Ultimate if ya got one." Poppy had taken the lead in the information briefing, and her newly returned chipper mood was met by the new guy's mood spiking up as well.

But that could change after today, if my suspicions are correct. “Ella!” comes a bright, feminine voice full of sunlight and stardust. “Poppy!” I beam and drag Ryatt down the dock toward Poppy, the Luna of Maatua. *** Ryatt “Goddess above,” Poppy, a short, beautiful woman in her late forties, says as she clasps my hands and grins up at me. “You are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life.” “Poppy,” Ella grinds out, her brows raised.

I was prepared to fight when the battle lines were established today. Sophia Lancaster Reid, a woman who would not be shattered by betrayal, who would stand up for her own truth, and who would assert her right to love, rather than the protected heiress I had been or the broken barista I had attempted to become.

"She's being nice to you." "I noticed." "That's bad." "I also noticed that." Sophia glanced at me sideways. She was carrying a binder that said TEAM MANAGER in neat block letters on the cover and her hair was up in the specific kind of effortless ponytail that took twenty minutes to achieve. The bonfire sharpness was gone from her face today — she'd been different since the library conversation, not soft exactly, just less weaponized. "Riley only plays nice when she wants something. The cruelty is actually more honest."

April felt Poppy stiffen beside her. “Well, I don’t think you are going to get anywhere near them. They have, like, four bodyguards protecting that area now.” Sophie said. She then turned her attention to Poppy uninterested in the VIP area. Reaching across the table. “Are you ok? You just turned really white. You’re not coming down with what Jade had, are you?” Poppy slowly nodded her head and moved closer to April, so her back was to the VIP area. “Yes, I just got lightheaded for a second.”

Doctor Poppy said finally. "Oh, of course. But, look where this is taking you. You've sacrificed your integrity as a doctor." Jolina chuckled softly. Doctor Poppy just wanted her daughter to be safe and Sophia's men to get away from her house. Doctor Poppy could not sit still. The longer it went on, the harder it was for her to accept the fact that Sophia's people were still watching. She couldn't let this continue. Her daughter had to be safe.

Sophia’s POV The Syndicate drone’s red lights pierced the rain, its guns whirring as my cousin, Nadia, stood on the resistance boat, her rifle raised, her voice cold: “The stars lied, Sophia.” Her face, once familiar from childhood summers tracing Orion’s stars with my father, was now hardened, her eyes gleaming with Syndicate loyalty—a betrayal that cut deeper than any blade. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the tunnel’s distress signal. Liam’s arms were around me, his bl

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. "Hey, little miss in distress," a low, smooth voice called out. Sophia spun around, her eyes scanning the lonely street. That's when she saw him - Ryder, the mysterious stranger she had met before. He was standing a few feet away, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Why are you following me?" Sophia demanded, her voice coated with panic and anger. Ryder's eyes gleamed with amusement as he fell into step beside Sophia. "I'm not following you, little miss," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sophia, a nineteen years old girl who was on a bike ride and overjoyed that she's gonna be twenty the next day and ride across the city had a contact with Ice Pick, a druglord and a Mafia leader whose identity, his name was unknown to the world but most feared human in the whole of America. Sophia was having fun when a car spatted some dirty mud water in the pothole in the market and being one to act rascally, she immediately pick up a stone and threw it to the glass of the car as the car reversed as her first conversation with the car owner and the driver and she insulted the duo and then ride her bike away in victory.

Mary Redferne As the music throbbed and the chatter of the party filled the air, Judith and I found ourselves tucked away at the bar, indulging in some light-hearted gossip. We sipped on our drinks, occasionally rolling our eyes at the flashy displays of wealth around us—the flashy jewelry, the designer outfits, the pretentious conversations about stock portfolios and exotic vacations. Suddenly, Judith nudged me, her expression eager as she leaned in close. "Mary, there he is," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Joshua just walked in. It's time to put first phase of our plan into action."