Poppy X Scraps Novels & Stories

The smell of rotting and decay is strong, and I pull my ponytail over my face, using it as a mask. “Is this a nest?” I whisper, looking at the pushed-down patches of weeds. It reminds me a bit of a deer bed but smells like the inside of a dumpster…just like the scrapper demons. “Scrappers don’t nest.” I shift my gaze to Binx, knowing he’s thinking the same. Suddenly, two more scrappers rush at us. Binx takes one, wrestling it to the ground. “See if you can find out what’s making them so strong!” I yell as I jump away from the big scrapper coming after me. There’s blood on its face, shining from the light of the energy ball above us.

I said She looked shaken at my sudden request. She went blank for a while. "Ivy," I said "....." "Earth to Ivy," I said clicking my fingers She blinked her eye and came back to reality by screaming. "YOU WANT ME TO MEET THE POPULAR GUYS?!?!?!" She said extremely excited. I covered my ears and gave her a confused look. "Oh sorry...they are very popular and I have never spoken to them so they might think I am weird." She said awkwardly making me laugh

But it happens the same parents gave birth to us, so I am stuck you. And I am planning to make that time enjoyable for myself." He said and smriked. I walked away in anger and hit the road. I stood a little far away from the house to get a taxi. I brought out the card from my bag and looked at it one more time, before I began to beat my hand with it. JACE "Just ten participants were admitted?" I asked in shocked staring at the statistics Lydia gave me. "Yes. Almost all of them had this corky voice, it's so annoying. It was like a waste of time." She

Dumbfounded, I stared at him for a few seconds before getting a hold of myself. "Aww, so you think of think of this as a date. How cute," I teased as we stepped out into the sidewalk, walking towards Sharma's Sweetmeat. "Oh please, Aditi, you're dying with delight inside," he tried, but the fact that he was scratching his neck gave him away. I grinned to myself, tucking the money the Principal had given me into the diner's donation box for climate change. Noticing an exceptionally vibrant royal blue poppy by the sidewalk, I bent to pick it up. Twirling in around on my palm, I said, "You know, West, in a field of poppies, you'd be this one. The most electrifying blue."

“No, you of all people should know that words don't get at me and I’m strong because I survived what you can never come out from, if you were to be in my shoe.” Jason smirked. “Mic drop.” Tina’s eyes burned. “You’re not untouchable.” “You think saying that makes you powerful?” Aria said. “It makes you small.” “I’d rather be broken and real than fake and empty.” Aria fired back. Jason let out a low whistle.“Damn.” Tina turned red, really red. Then it happened fast. Tina grabbed the cold soda from the table, the plastic cup was wet with ice. She raised it high. Her aim, obviously, was on Aria.

Not with the pieces of my heart scattered at my feet. Jake Lawson has taken away everything: my child, my dignity, and my hope, and cast away like trash.

It smelt rotten and it made me want to throw up. That was when I remembered the rotten smell of the old man at the event. Why had his scent made me feel so uneasy? I immediately remembered my father's words. He had once told me of a certain group of rogues who were of werewolf and witch origin— otherwise known as Hybrids. He had told me that they were known for their great skill of making poison and since they spent so much time in the act, the scent of rotten plants stuck to them as a price to be paid.

"You worthless woman, what right do you have to have the Don's favor? After today, you'll be a filthy thing anyone can touch! I want to see if the great Don Valerius still wants you when you're nothing but used goods!" She pulled out a vial of some drug and forced it down my throat, then took out her phone, ready to record Marco torturing me. In my despair, my hand fumbled for my phone in my purse. I blindly dialed Caspian's number from memory. The second the call connected, I screamed with all my might, "Caspian—!" Crack! Marco kicked the phone out of my hand, and the screen shattered. "You bitch, you dare call for help?" Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes.

Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel. That night, he held my hand and said, "Viola, put a bullet in me. If it makes you feel better, just do it." I saw the bloodshot veins in his eyes and my heart softened. Like a fool, I forgave him. The second scar is on my shoulder. Sofia “bravely” went to Gavin’s room to “help” him after he was drugged. When I walked in on them, he pushed her away. But the moment Sofia clutched her stomach and cried out in pain, he rushed to scoop her up, slamming me hard against the metal doorframe as he ran out.

There's no sadness, anger, or anything else. "Let's go to the pack house," Poppy says, but as she says this, we pass by a small building that almost looks like a bunker. In front, there are two chained men. I put a hand over my mouth as I stare at them. Their backs…their muscle tendons are exposed, as if the outer skin was cut from their bodies in precise, long, rectangular strips. Skinned alive. Poppy notices where I'm staring. "Um…it's a punishment."