Poppy X Barb Novels & Stories

The first time Paul met Poppy, he felt as if she had slapped him right in the middle of the shop. The looks everyone gave him made him feel like some sort of pervert who had harassed a cashier. When they crossed paths again at Trey's company, he discovered she was the one who had encouraged Clara to work as a bar girl, leading to Clara becoming his best friend's secret woman. The resentment and hatred Paul felt toward Poppy doubled instantly. ​

If it were anyone else, Poppy would have snapped back, but with Xavier, who even Clint was wary of, she held her tongue. Seeing her face fall, Xavier was pleased with himself. He waved his hand. "I’m not unreasonable. If you’re really in a tight spot, just agree to one small condition of mine, and we’ll forget about today’s matter. What do you think?" Such a good deal?! Tens of thousands, and she could walk away without paying a cent! Poppy’s eyes lit up. Without thinking, she agreed. "Okay! What’s your condition, Mr. Blaze?" "It’s simple!" Xavier grinned. "I have a friend who’s been ill lately and keeps wanting to slap pretty women. If you let her slap you, we’ll call it even."

Poppy begged, not daring to stop before Robin's permission. “Take three steps ahead.” Robin ordered, and his voice was flat as usual. Poppy carefully stepped forward three times. She was worried about hitting something or falling. “Sir!” Poppy shrieked in a loud, piercing voice. Robin suddenly yanked her right hand, knocking her off balance. She fell, and her knee nearly met Robin's seated leg, but he caught her quickly. Poppy's face flushed as her lower body felt something trapped in Robin's lap when she was already properly seated. Robin moved Poppy's hand to his manhood and then guided it into the proper spot.

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.

Jo POV “To Richard and Layla,” everyone cheers, but as soon as everyone drinks, Dylan walks away. He leans on the bar, and to my surprise, Barbie appears. I scrunch my nose as I watch her melt against him and expose herself on the counter while he takes a shot out of her body.

I squeeze and pull him closer, and he arches his back, bracing his hands on the barrier. Entangled, enwrapped, So wrong and so right Your power is flame I’m burning tonight I groan and let go of the barrier, wrapping both my hands around his slim frame, pressing him against me, his firm buttocks maddeningly close but still separated by the fabric of my jeans. He leans back, moving against me to the rhythm of the song. I bury my face in his hair that smells so sweetly, and the crowd rocks us mindlessly back and force, until I can’t take it anymore. I try to stop but it’s too late, the chain reaction having already started, and I press my mouth to his neck and moan as the release hits me, and

“I have been working since night. Haven’t slept and I’m damn tired. You can help?” “You want to sleep?” “Yes and there is this dude I’m meeting. Was wondering how I should do that.” “Don’t worry. Your girl has you covered.” “Thanks Frankie. I will make it up to you soon.” “Let me grab my apron and get to work.” I disappear into the changing room and put my backpack in my locker. I put on the apron and walk back to the bar. “Great. A double shot of tequila on that table at the corner.” I follow her eyes to a table with a man whose face is in his hands.

After making all of these decisions, I let out a breath of relief. Then, I decided to head down to the bar Ethan owned to look for him. Ethan's bar was called Moonlight Lounge. Once I reached the main entrance of the building, I saw Blaise, who was supposed to be recuperating in the hospital. Blaise's arm was wrapped around Susie's waist, and the pair looked incredibly intimate. When Blaise caught sight of me, he stopped caressing Susie's face and frowned.

Hi guys! I'm back! Back with a new story titled Bared To You and it's the sequel to my very beloved book; Someone Like You. This story is going to explore the life of Leonidas Sebastiani's first son Maximillian and his relationship with the rebel from an enemy territory; Havindelle. Her name is Edwina Jonas. Not to give any spoilers but just to make my lovely readers aware just in case you get confused... Maximillian lied about losing his memory so he wouldn't have to be sent back home and adopted the name Justice for himself, which is what he's going to be called for now. I don't want any confusion which is why I'm stating it in this author's note for you guys to know.

I make a beeline for the private bathroom, hoping that this is the last time I have to change clothes tonight. “That was… bold,” Poppy says, meeting me at the door. “Did you see who was standing next to my husband?” I whisper, once we’re in the private hallway. “No. Who?” she asks, her eyes wide with curiosity. “That slut Barbara Smith!” I hiss. “I can’t believe that woman.” “Well, go be Anna again and chase her off. You don’t need to be a pushover when you’re not A. Savage, you know?” Poppy reminds me.