Poppy X Margo Novels & Stories

The music felt like it was shaking the walls of the house and as we moved through the aisle that led to different rooms, coming in contact with a few of the partygoers making out, I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. I pulled to a stop and Margo turned to face me. "Where are we going... I don't think" I started and Margo gave an exasperated sigh. "You really need to take this way more seriously since you're the one who's in love here," she said then eyed my drink. "Why haven't you drunk that... You're such a party popper" I stared at the solo cup in my hand then back at Margo. "What are you waiting for, toss it back. This is Miguel's painting room, he's in there right now. This is your cha

I finally murmured. “As serious as Joy is about SPF at night,” Margo replied. “And get this, it’s not a background role. Not ‘girl walking past café with flower in hair.’ This is a lead. The second female lead. She’s a street photographer, stubborn, sexy. I mean—hellooo? You.” I kept staring at the screen. Margo watched me with that barely-contained smile of hers. The kind she usually wore when she found a vintage jacket for 70% off.

“We were going to order food anyway.” “Great.” I force a smile and stab my fork into the pasta. The bar gets more and more crowded as the minutes tick by, but, thankfully, the burger and fries that both Mason and Jacob ordered come out quickly. Poppy is on her second drink by now, and she keeps touching Mason’s arm. I don’t know if I should admire her for being so brazen or trade out her gin and tonic for a water when she’s not looking. She has a horse show in the morning as well and, while I’m sure she has everything already packed and has grooms that will load up her horses for her, no one wants to show horses hung over. Hell, no one wants to do anything hung over.

Deronda was in a seat alone while Margo ransacked the minibar. “Ah,” Margo echoed in victory as she raised a vodka bottle. She quickly unscrewed the cap. She was about to drink it right out of the bottle. “Hey get a glass,” Deronda chided. “You ain’t at home.” Margo grabbed a glass off the minibar. “Is there any scotch or gin over there, Margo baby?” Cootie asked. Margo grabbed an unopened bottle of scotch and a glass and passed it to Cootie.

“Why did you come?” Deck looked surprised by Margo’s words. “I was worried about you!” he said. “You disappeared, and we couldn’t find you!” Margo didn’t say anything. She looked past Deck, and her gaze met Ciara’s. Ciara smiled and nodded, then Margo turned her gaze back to Deck and shouted, “I like you!” Scott and Godrick widened their eyes, hearing Margo’s words. And before Ciara could hear Deck’s response, Scott quickly pushed her away, and Godrick followed suit.

She wanted him to be her first and she was going to do anything that she needed to, to make that a reality. Her heart was hammering in her chest as he let her pull him free from his pants. He groaned softly as she wrapped her fingers around the base of him. He was huge, she had never done this before, it was such a powerful, heady feeling. Margo pressed her lips softly against his head, letting her manicured hand slide up and down the length of him slowly, increasing her grip as she moved. Edmund’s head rolled backward. Margo ran her tongue the length of the underside of him. Her lips encircled him as she reached the top of him and slowly took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

"So Sylvia how about we have some of that Korean Barbeque place delivered. I how know they're your favorite." "That's your favorite. Mine's the Italian place." "Oh... So you do want Korean Barbeque." "Why do I work for you?" Everyone was trying not to laugh listening to Dane and Sylvia's departing conversation. Leaving a crowd smiling around poor Margo who stood silent her face burning up, turning as red as a tomato. She had completely forgotten about Sophie after the club got caught up in the whirlwind of craziness. ... "Alright let's go." Margo replied holding out her hand as she walked through the bar's door. Sophie happily took her hand and began dragging her towards the doors.

I found myself yearning to see Alexander return to his true self, to be the man I’d come to know and love without the stress and responsibility weighing on him. Margo stood up from the table, her casual demeanor belied by the excitement in her eyes. “There’s gotta be something worth living for,” she said. Family, huh? With the football game and the big dinner ahead, it was refreshing to see her enthusiasm, especially after everything that had happened recently. “Are you really planning to wear Alexander’s t-shirt in front of all those attractive guys?”

Poppy felt nauseous when she saw Jerome's brows, which reminded her of the disgusting, flirtatious men she saw on Solterra Island. “You are truly blind, despite having eyes. Don't you see the woman standing next to me?” Robin raised his hand alongside Poppy. “You're offering a girl while I'm dating my wife?!” Poppy looked up to the side, admiring Robin Luciano's handsome face. Her heart blossomed when Robin announced that they were dating, despite the fact that she knew Robin might have been influenced by those around them.

Gregg said firmly to his subordinates. "Yes sir! I'll go back to Country Z maybe she hasn't traveled to another place yet. Especially to the Mover City. For a teenager like her, much ideal to seek help from friends or teachers... I'll start from that circle first since in my investigations she doesn't have many friends since she was a bully victim. She's a castaway from then on..." Hanz stop from what he was about to say. "What? Because his father is a member of the most wanted organization in the country L and related to Margola?" Gregg was a bit annoyed with what he was about to say. Margola is the leader and the no. 1 most wanted drug dealer in Country L.