Poppy Sophia Ridley Novels & Stories

For Ryder’s heartbeat that stuttered under my hands, for Callen’s fear, for the helplessness that almost broke me. “Hey.” Poppy’s voice comes softly from behind me. I look up to see her leaning against the opposite wall, a small smile tugging at her lips. She slides down until she’s sitting beside me, handing over a tissue. “You did well in there,” she says gently. I laugh weakly, wiping my face. “I didn’t even know I could do that.” “Me either,” she says, resting her head back against the wall. “Though if I’m honest, I think we both could’ve done with a little warning before you decided to announce to the universe that you’re a literal descendant of the Moon Goddess.”

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

The light rain had been falling for several days. As Viola stepped down from the carriage, her thoughts seemed distant, and she accidentally stepped into a puddle, soaking her shoes. "Madam Viola!" Viola's new maid was named Poppy. She was clumsy, and lacked manners. "I'm so sorry I didn't help you properly." Viola shook off her hand and snapped, "Just follow me." Poppy followed meekly behind her. She was curious about everything since she had only recently been bought, and had yet to learn proper manners. Upon entering Silverstone Estate, she was amazed at its grandeur compared to the Valor Estate, and she couldn't help but glance around.

“Besides, it's not like I'm going to try to impress anyone there tonight.” “Suit yourself. There are quite a few eligible bachelors in Silver Ridge,” she says with a half-smile. She's trying to be friendly and make a joke, though it doesn't quite come naturally to her. Unlike Jacob, Poppy is easy to read. She's guarded because she's trying to keep up the ruse of being better than anyone, dropping subtle insults in an attempt to appear unbothered and unattached. Riley, who finally stopped sniffing the horse blankets, comes over to Poppy. I half expect her to shy away, but she drops down and greets the golden retriever enthusiastically. I hurry into the kitchen to grab my phone and my purse, a

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

"Or… Sophia, are you saying you're the VIP from the Lymerian pack? The one who's supposedly the mate of the legendary lycan chairman?" Instantly, the others burst into laughter. To them, it was ridiculous. Ryder was a legendary Alpha, renowned throughout all the packs for his keen instincts and formidable clarity. He was a cold, ruthless leader who acted decisively when necessary. On the contrary, I was the pathetic ex-girlfriend August had discarded three years ago—the foolish she-wolf who once begged for scraps of affection. To them, there was no universe in which I could belong beside Ryder. Hailey twirled the bracelet around her finger and said with a smug smile, "Sophia, I actually like

“You really should’ve worn this today.” She laughed at herself before sneaking out again, her plan already forming in her head. She soon reached where Grace said the fight happened and she stopped when she saw Poppy on the floor. She was laying unconscious at the bottom of the ditch, her head covered with blood. Sarah bent down, her lips turning into a cruel smile. “So this is the girl Lady Dahlia was so proud of,” she laughed. “Weren’t you feeling special because that bitch liked you? Where’s your Lady Dahlia now?”

he said, “let’s see that toe touch again.” Sophia rolled her eyes slightly. “I hate that nickname.” Rhoden smirked. “You hate everything I say.” Sophia slowly placed her injured foot down exactly the way he had taught her. Toe first. Barely any pressure. Her muscles trembled. Rhoden nodded. “Good.” Sophia took another careful step. Then another. Her breathing grew heavier. Rhoden noticed immediately. “Don’t rush.” Sophia glanced at him. “I’m pregnant and raising a toddler by myself.”

Rosalie said lastly ro her sister before she left. After Amanda also took her leave, Rory was alone with Professor Valdez. “Shall we?” Sophia said, leading the way to a sleek Camry. “You were exceptional today, Rory. A true pleasure to watch.” “Thank you,” Rory murmured, the praise feeling distant. Inside the car, Sophia turned to her. “I am a professor of chemistry at Yale.” Rory’s eyes widened. “That’s an incredible achievement.” A small, proud smile touched Rory’s lips. “I have big dreams, too.”

“ I’ve called this meeting to bring a matter before the council. This is Sophia. She was found injured and memoryless on the edge of our territory.” "What?!" A wave of whispers rolls through the room like a breeze before a storm. One of the elders—tall and gaunt with sharp cheekbones—leans forward. “Alpha Ryder,” he says, voice laced with disdain, “I hope you’re not asking us to accept a memoryless rogue into our pack?” “As a matter of fact, I am,” he replies confidently. A lot of packmates murmurs in disagreement. “She’s not a threat,” Ryder replies firmly. “She’s shown no sign of violence or deceit.”