Poppy X Branch Novels & Stories

Chapter 140: Prospectus While the men paged through the booklets, Poppy advanced to the next slide in her little presentation. It was the artist's rendering of the Boxroot Mountain project. "This is utter bullshit," Slade growled, tossing the booklet onto the table in disgust.

My mind wandered back to what I’d seen when I’d been unconscious. My family… a boat… water… howling wolves behind us. “The rebellion against King Maximillian,” Poppy said to Mystica. It wasn’t a question, but the healer nodded. “I was just a little girl then, and I lived in a distant area of the kingdom.” Poppy was from Bridges pack. She’d mentioned it to me before. She lived in an area with lots of beautiful lakes and rivers—near Lake pack and River pack—but since those names were already taken by other packs, when her pack came into existence, they chose to name themselves after the construction projects they’d done around them. They were created from a group of hard workers who were tired

Holly laughs and with magic hurl Poppy through the barrier and steps through it herself. The magic comes off of me and I collapse on the floor and scream. On the floor were the portal opened are a red poppy flower but it turned black as it whilted. Holly kidnapped Poppy.

Anna explains for her aunt. “Well then, no worries. We shall set up a feast outdoors.” Popsie Reed responds matter of factly. “Now that’s more like it.” Everyone turns their head towards the person who spoke. “Popsie remember me from the valley? I am Bran by the way.” Bran approaches Popsie Reed hurriedly to shake his hand. Everyone laugh at Bran's ever so casual gesture. Amidst all these encounters, Anna glances at everyone. She truly feels grateful for coming home.

Austin put the juice on the counter and picked up a cup to make himself a drink. “So how you know Mike and Shayla?” “Shit, me and Shayla go way back, she’s like my sister.” “Oh, I know you. You’re Poppie, the one Mike has been telling me about. You grew up with Shayla right?” “Yup, that’s me. How you know Mike?” “Mike is my nigga, we went to school together.” “Oh ok, that’s cool.” “Cheers,” he said, holding up his cup. We clinked cups and took a sip.

** Poppy’s POV ** The branch is still lying where it fell. I try not to look at it as we walk away, but my eyes keep finding it anyway. Split wood, torn bark, and leaves scattered across the ground as if it had exploded from the inside out. Because of me. One stupid argument. One moment when everything became too loud, too sharp, too much, and I almost lost control in front of half the pack. My stomach twists hard enough that I almost stop walking.

I take two bottles of cold water out of the fridge and turn back to Poppy . "God you two are so in love it's gross. Now get over here it's face mask time" Poppy states as she picks up the container filled with sticky green cream and tosses me a head band. I pull it around my face and secure the hairs out of the way as we both begin to cover our skin with the cream.

I introduce them. “Oh, hello Lady Meadow.” “Hello, Sir Tate.” “He’s a handsome fellow.” “And young.” “Ladies, you should introduce yourselves,” Xander says, cutting off their discussion of my brother before it goes downhill. “I’m Blossom.” “And I’m Poppy.” “And this is Daphne, she’s shy.” “I love your lights, did my sister make them for you?” Meadow asks, feeling the magic in them. “She did!” “Don’t you love them?”

*Poppy* The air in the car felt heavy as we bounced along the dirt road, the rhythmic bounce of the wheels barely covering the chaos swirling in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of Dante's lifeless body, now shrouded in white silk and adorned with calla lilies and black roses. Each flower seemed to mock the tragedy, a haunting reminder of our failure. I gripped the edge of the seat, trying to steady my raging heart. The news we carried was more than just the death of a warrior; it was a ticking time bomb, threatening to ignite a war between kingdoms.

Chapter 61 HOUSTON TEXAS “Do you mean the new branch too?” Bryan asked, furiously searching through his laptop. “Yes, the very latest one” Charles answered him, his eye brow raised, something like worry mingled with frustration playing on his forehead. Bryan kept on his laptop, his fingers furiously bounced on his keyboard, tossing to and fro on the keyboard and the mouse. “What the heck…” he pointed at his laptop, showing Charles one of the reports he got.