Poppy Sweeting Romance Novels & Stories

I said and she nodded. "Trust me, he is a sweet man." She said and I scoffed. "How do you know that?" I asked. "You told me before you told him your answer about the agreement, he told you not to worry that he would help you without anything in return. That's how a gentle man acts." She said. "And yet I am still going on a date with him?" I asked. "Because you called him yourself to tell him you were interested, because of your revenge on

She didn't have many questions to ask him in the first place, she had already asked the important ones. “How about we get to know each other? It won't make sense if we claim to love each other so much that we’re getting married but we don't even know each other's favorite food.” Arya suggested with a slight blush on her face. “Sure.” Arya smiled at his response but her happiness didn't last long when she realized that he was only giving out perfunctory answers and he didn't even ask her a single question. She had hoped that they could at least become friends but how interested could a person be?

Amber The smell of garlic and onions filled the kitchen as I stirred the creamy pasta sauce simmering on the stove. I had a song playing softly from the bluetooth speaker on the counter, and I couldn’t help swaying my hips to the rhythm. I was halfway through tasting the sauce when I suddenly felt a familiar arm snake around my waist. Before I could even turn, a soft kiss brushed against the side of my neck. I gasped lightly but smiled. “Xavier…” He hummed lowly against my skin, his breath warm on my neck. “Mmm, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” he murmured between kisses. “Just look at you… swaying those hips like that while you cook. You’re driving me insane.”

The three of them sat together. Emma asked, "Where's your date?" "He's with his boss... but he's also in this restaurant! He'll come over later." Maddie's eyes lit up at the mention of her boyfriend. Emma turned to Giselle helplessly. It was confirmed Maddie was a hopeless romantic and wasn't going to listen to reason. "Giselle, Emma, here's the menu. Order whatever you want! I just got paid, so don't worry about the price." Maddie was a famous comic artist.

Sarah picked the movie instead of a pool party. Some cheesy romance remake she’d been dying to see. “It’s supposed to be cute and funny,” she said over brunch that Saturday, eyes sparkling like we were still eighteen and sneaking into R-rated films with fake IDs. “You, me, giant popcorn, and zero boys allowed. Perfect girls’ night.” I smiled so wide it hurt. “Can’t wait.” Inside, my stomach was already twisting. Because Jonah had texted me at 3 a.m. After I told him about it.

The tension at the table sharpened like a knife. Lady Sinclair’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and precise. “Vincent, may I remind you that appearances matter? You cannot just—parade an employee in front of society as though she belongs—” “She does belong,” Vincent cut in firmly. His hand found mine beneath the table, warm and steady. He turned to me, his gaze softening. “With me.” Heat rose to my cheeks. My heart pounded, not just from the weight of his words, but from the storm I could see brewing in Lady Sinclair’s eyes.

"Order all what you want." "Hmm, what's with you is the same for me," she replied. When our order arrived, we ate immediately. While Angel was eating, I couldn't look at her straight. I can't deny that she's beautiful too. Her gentle face is smooth. What? I said she's beautiful? No! Erase, erase. I can't fall in love with her because I'm just pranking my sweetness. I will prank her until she confess. "Are you okay? Why aren't you eating yet?" She suddenly asked me. It was too late when I realized I was stunned. What's happening to me?

Red petals were scattered all over the floor and across the large bed like something from a romance movie. Soft music played from speakers hidden somewhere in the room. It was so romantic. Exactly the kind of scene women dream about. “What do you think? Do you like it?” he asked softly behind me. I forced a smile onto my face even though my chest felt tight. “It’s… beautiful.” Richard smiled faintly and stepped closer. “I wanted tonight to be special.” My stomach twisted painfully. I knew exactly what he meant. The room suddenly felt too hot and suffocating. "Hold on a moment."

"I think we should go back to the house and fuck some more. All damn day if we want to." She smiled. Like no woman had ever smiled at me before. It was beautiful to look at. "That sounds like a plan. Let me just finish my steak." She whispered back at me and my brother clears his throat with a cough and we both turn to him. "What's up Romeo and Juliet? Can't wait to be alone." Ethan my brother says smiling mischievously. "What can I say? I can't seem to have my hands off her." I say bringing her hand up to kiss and Carla blushes deep red again.

~Pamela's POV I just hope our plan works, I'll be very glad. Just then,Poppy walked in, wearing her favorite dolce and gabana dress. "Hey sis, you look stunning" I said and she blushed, smiling sheepishly. "Thanks, how's your hubby?" She asked, waving at a waiter. "Two cappuccino and two plates of salad" she said as I smiled. "She really knows what I like, and I love her for that. "So how's daddy?" Poppy asked and I frowned. "Poppy,why don't you go back home, you know he loves you a lot?" I said as she frowned.