Poppy Troll Costume Novels & Stories

“Dear sweet couples, Pollyie had already sewn your costumes for the dance night. You may tell Pollyie if your costumes do not fit ahead of time.” ---~~~--- When they got home, they saw a big box delivered at the front door. Bobby brought it inside while Tiffie took the cutter. Excitement went through her veins. Quickly, she slid the cutter at every side of the box to cut the transparent tape. Carefully, Bobby opened the left side of the box. They rubbed their eyes out after they saw their costumes. It has a black Venus-cut dress decorated with little diamonds. The red curly frills were attached to the edge of the dress. Bobby took the V-neck white Long-sleeves and black slacks. Then, he glim

I can feel his smile against my shoulder as he holds me close to his chest. ———————————————————————— We decide to get out of bed eventually, and Rhode gives me some of his clothes to borrow so I don't have to do the walk of shame back to Poppy 's apartment. Though I'm not sure how much people will believe me when they see me in a Rolling Stones shirt that's three sizes too big, track pants that bunch at my ankles and my high heels from last night. I'll probably give the neighbours something to talk about, but I have to do it eventually.

Chloe’s car wasn’t tinted, so as it drove through the gate after I opened it, I caught a glimpse of Poppy sitting beside her, though her gaze was busy exploring the surroundings. After closing the gate, I followed them to the driveway where Chloe had stopped. By the time I reached them, both had already gotten out of the car. Poppy immediately turned toward her sister and clung to her arm, her eyes still wandering around. She was dressed in a light pink dress that flowed elegantly to her knees, paired with delicate doll shoes that added a charming touch. Her hair fell in soft waves, catching the sunlight and framing her face with a natural glow. She also wore one of the pearl hairclips from

She exclaimed, taking out her shirts and skirt, “Though yer gonna hafta change in here.” “...” I realized the fatal flaw in my plan to cheer her up, however… “That’s fine by me.” I felt comfortable enough with her to trust her fully, since she was my best friend now, “Just like, cover up the bars and door with your blanket so no one can spy on us.” “Roger that boss!” With that, Poppy worked on setting up a barrier to stop anyone from watching us. Once that was complete, for the rest of the morning, I tried on different variations and combinations of Poppy’s and my own clothes.

It has a full skirt and a fitted, strapless top, but nothing flashy, like rhinestones or sequins. “What do you mean you want to blend in?” Poppy asks with a laugh. “You should try your best to steal the show. Make Trudy feel like she’s at best the second most important person at the event.” I laugh. “That does sound fun. But really, I’ll just stay in the background. I can’t think of any reason why I would need to draw attention to myself.”

Paisley let out a breathy laugh when three people dressed in spongebob, winnie the pooh, and Jerry mascot costumes walked out holding a chocolate cake. "Happy birthday, dear Karter ~" they paused, and from nowhere; a man dressed in a ridiculously colorful outfit and a really tall purple hat jumped out with a wide grin, provoking a loud giggle squeal from Karter who kept clapping for the strangers. The colorful man took a deep breath in, then went down before them on one knee; taking out a small box from his suit pocket. "Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuu~!" He ended in a surprisingly sweet tone, and the crowd of strangers cheered for little Karter.

When we arrived at the house, I was fully prepared to bury myself in my study until I saw the commotion downstairs. Jerry, the tailor Penelope had sourced for the wedding dress, was moving around Poppy with a measuring tape. Poppy looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there. She was wearing a deep blue sundress that did wonders for her pale skin. I allowed my eyes to trail her long legs and an image of those legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her flashed through my mind. Cade cleared his throat beside me, snapping me out of it. “Alpha?” “Fucking hell,” I muttered under my breath, prepared to make my escape when Jerry exclaimed.

I stepped forward, reached up, and pulled six strands of hair from the top of her scalp. She did not flinch. I turned and walked out of the police station without looking back. Poppy was waiting outside. She had clearly run from her car the moment she had parked. She was wearing what appeared to be a pair of mismatched slippers, one bright pink and one bright green, the kind people kept by the door for stepping outside to take out the rubbish. Her trousers were her pyjamas. Her shirt was inside out. Her hair was tied up in some sort of complicated knot that looked as though it had been assembled by a small, very angry child.

The guests who attended were also requested to wear cartoon costumes to cater to the theme of the party, making everyone present feel like returning to childhood or being in the fairy-tale world. Nancy was particularly fond of SpongeBob, but its costume was not beautiful at all. So, she finally chose a blue top and a long white dress, and the crystal shoes Marcos had customized for her. Together with the silver crown on her wavy hair, it’s self-evident that she was playing Snow White.

Pops immediately looks like he's breaking, but I am not stopping. I can barely breathe again, and my sighy is becoming blurry all over again "I am not going to him! You can't force me! You won't...." Suddenly the door opens, like a scene from a horror movie as he steps in. His hair is a pale shade of blue now, still dangling all over his face. He has on a white turtle neck sweater, and ash trousers with his gloves on. ... I suddenly enter panic mode "Pops! Don't make him come close to me! Pops!..."