Poppy Theories Novels & Stories

“Deal or not?” Javier tried not to laugh. “Okay, fine. No pinch, no kiss, no kartoshka, no stealing candy.” He held up three fingers like he was being sworn in. “Just for today. Tomorrow, we renegotiate.” “No,” Poppy cut in quickly. “Today and tomorrow. And… until I’m grown.” “How old is ‘grown’?” I asked. Poppy thought hard. “Twenty-three. Like Mommy when… when…” She glanced at me, remembering something she absolutely shouldn’t mention. “When Mommy had a stupid idea.”

"We need to think this through." "I know," I rasped, the heat of our kiss still tingling on my lips. "But we need to act. We have to stop Easton before he causes more destruction." With uncertainty nipping at my heels, I swallowed hard. "We need to tell Andrew about the lab," Poppy said, her voice tinged with urgency. "He deserves to know. It's only fair, especially after everything we've been through." I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "And what about Prince Dante? He might not have been involved in the illusions spiraling through our lives, but he could give us insight into this whole mess. We need—" Poppy froze, her expression shifting from concern to

“Me? Do something to him? Miss Castano, it seems like you’re not only delusional, but also severely paranoid. If you channeled that vivid imagination of yours into something useful, maybe humanity would’ve conquered the solar system by now.” Poppy’s face darkened, her eyes filled with hostility as she glared at Serena. “Stop being so sarcastic! What exactly did you say to my Clint?!” “You want to know?” Serena leaned forward slightly and smiled. “Well, I’m not telling you.” “You—!” Poppy gritted her teeth, as if she could tear Serena’s face apart on the spot. But based on past experiences, she knew she was no match for Serena. If things got physical, she’d likely end up on the losing side ag

Sophie and Trent looked really happy, but when she looked at Poppy, her friend was nodding, but the smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes. “Poppy, what is going on?” April asked. Poppy leaned forward and grabbed some noodles. She shrugged. “The company is great. Harrington’s is the best opportunity available. It’s just… “ Trent looked up from his meal. “Poppy?” Trent was very protective of them all, and he could now hear the hesitation in Poppy’s voice. “It’s my boss. He is a dick.” Poppy didn’t meet their eyes now, as all their attention was on her.

I said, shivers running down my spine. “I know,” Joe said, and I saw him sigh. “Everything that's happening gives me a bad feeling, and I don't know; I have a feeling that it wasn't something simple that developed calmly, but that it's something much older than we think.” “Why do you say that?” I asked carefully. “The records of poppy smuggling are very old,” Joe explained. “They date back centuries, to a time when poppies were not used as a drug but as a means of spiritual communion.”

A simple trick. But effective. In matters of strategy and mind games, Poppy was still far out of her depth.

Aldric composed and calculated and making no dramatic movements was, counterintuitively, more concerning than an Aldric who panicked because composed and calculated men with thirty years of institutional knowledge and nothing left to protect had a specific kind of freedom that was worth taking seriously. "He won't do anything overt," Caius said. "That's not how he operates. His entire method has been institutional rather than personal; he uses systems, processes, and the machinery of the academy's administration. With that machinery suspended, he doesn't have a mode of action that fits his pattern." "His pattern," Zara said carefully, "was built on the assumption that nobody knew what he was

I clutch my knees, having trouble standing straightbut when I do, I see Poppy disappering into a portal, leaving me forever. Holly tries to talk to me but I just glare at her and start to accuse her for hiding Poppy from me. She tells me she hid Poppy for my sake since poppy wasn't pure and she knew that mattered to me. She told me that Poppy had been pregnant a few times and had abortions just to be able to have more s*x afterwards, that Holly was the one that would help her cover up.

I blurt it all out as Dr Lawrence listend patiently. "So you don't think she's in the best place to be raising a child? Do you think that it's something you can be open with her about?" It sounds a little harsh when she says it, but she's basically just repeating back what I told her. I've tried to think about Poppy as a mum and it's kind of hard to picture. Of course she's very loving and nurturing but she also is very unpredictable, spontaneous and has a tendency for self destruction.

explained Evander, looking gloomy. Poppy fell silent, quietly checking her inventory and carefully looking for a weapon she could use to kill the monsters. Fortunately, Charles had also put a dagger in the magic bag he had given her earlier. Poppy quickly put her hand into the magic bag and simultaneously summoned the dagger from her inventory. That way, no one would be able to steal it from Poppy. “Then let's go, we need to get the Crystal Core to trade with the Base!” Poppy made up her mind to face the monsters.