Poppys Playtime Novels & Stories

** Paige’s POV ** After breakfast, Poppy is still grinning with amusement. Parker excuses himself to shower, giving me a smile that threatens to melt me. Callen goes back upstairs to nap before it’s time to check on Leo, and Ryder and Remy take Jax to play in the living room. I gather up the plates to wash, and Poppy bounces up to help. “I have to admit, I like this for you and Jaxon,” Poppy says quietly.

I just ignore her calls and go about my day, I don’t have time for the bullshit. I heard that Poppie got fired from the temp agency. Word on the street is that she’s been hanging out with Marcus having these ’play parties ’cause she needs money. I also heard she may be strung out as well. If that is true, I really need to find her because she needs to get clean in order to work. It was early in the morning by the time I reached Poppie’s apartment. If she ain’t got a job, then she should be at home, I thought. I walked up the steps and rang her doorbell. I could hear her coming down the stairs to open the door.

I didn't wear a bra so it was easy access. I threw my head back weakly as he reached for my shorts again. “Ryan…” I couldn't help it, I was so done for. I bit my lips, my voice soft and needy when he touched my wet panties. “Soaked, huh.” I nodded, my teeth sunk inside my lips. “Damn, I wish I can fuck you, but I truly did come here to play.” Then he let go of me after teasing me, Asshole. We got down from the carousel and headed straight to the Ferris wheel. It was huge and mighty, and the guy that worked there helped us get in.

The place would give the witch from Hansel and Gretel a serious case of envy. It looks spectacular, all in pastel colours. I nod happily as I take it all in. We started setting up yesterday. The stalls are set up so the kids and adults can all play games. Pop-pop is setting up the grills because that is his job. His words, not mine, so whatever makes him happy and nanna well, she is busy directing what goes where with momma.

"We have been playing it since you left. So far, I have gotten the best score. Pippa can't play." "Yeah, the same way you can't play my dress-up games better than me." Pippa folded her arms, glaring at him. "Of course, I'm good with those games." "Because it's very girlie." Powell made a face at that, earning him a smack from a furious Pippa. "It's not too girlie! The game is for ladies." "And you are a lady?" Powell chuckled. "You are still a baby, Pippa. You are five."

Before I could start, Reynolds’ wife, Linda, entered, her robe tied tight, her smile kind but tired, followed by their two daughters, the younger one from the door and an older one, maybe twelve, carrying a tray of cookies and juice. “Hi, you’re welcome to our home, you must be hungry,” Linda said, setting the tray down, her voice gentle. “Thank you Ma’am, and I’m sorry for intruding into your home by this time of the night,” I replied with a nod and a smile. She just waved her hands and smiled back. The girls hovered, the younger one giggling, the older one eyeing me curiously. “Come on, girls, it's time for bed. Let’s leave daddy to discuss work,” Linda said, but they lingered, the younger

Beth Pov The bass was loud enough to vibrate my teeth, which was exactly the volume I needed to drown out the low-level hum of existential dread. I grabbed another plastic cup of cheap champagne and surveyed the carnage. My apartment looked like a bomb hit it, but everyone was laughing, and that was the point. Distraction. Controlled chaos.

Touch… Chloe gave a shake of her head in an effort to clear her mind of the foggy haze that seemed to be encompassing her. "I don't know what game you are playing, Timothy, but—" she began "I never play games, honey... Not anymore" he assured her softly. She didn't know what to think about him calling her honey, but for the moment Chloe was too concerned by the threat he represented to her, to her equilibrium, to bother asking him about it. "You are playing one right now. And it isn't funny." she reproved. "Please don't say things like that if...please just don't"

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

What can I say, they are growing boys? As soon as we were done eating, the triplets talked their Poppy into playing another game of hide n seek. As you can tell, they really enjoy playing that game. They are trying to figure out how everyone keeps finding them so quickly. Poppy doesn’t find them as quick; he wants to give them a sense of the hunt, at least that’s what he says. It keeps them busy for about an hour when one of the cell guards comes rushing in yelling making the hairs on my arms stand up.