Scraps X Poppy Novels & Stories

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

I smirked then stuck my tongue out of her. “What the f*ck?” Aliana, Almira and Alvin gasped. “You... how could you... f*ck him?” Alexander asked, wide eyes. “Uh, he’s my ex, that’s normal, right?” I lied. Caleb was my first. I just want to teased Aliana. And Jack? He’s f*cking bipolar, he’s insane. Who knows what can he do? That’s why we broke up. I don’t us to have s*x so he forced me to. He almost f*cking r*pe me. He’s bipolar, and I’m psychotic. Definitely not a match.

She moaned. "I can't really help that Sasha what did you think being in the Royal Pack would be?" I asked her as I tossed a handful of popcorn in my mouth. We paused as Edward from the Twilight showed Bella his skin glittering under the sun. "Ohhh do you really glitter like that?" Sasha suddenly asked Poppy I sighed Sasha was easily distracted especially by sparkly things. "Only on sex night when I wear the glittery body paint." Poppy responded not missing a beat. Sasha temporarily was lost for words, this was why I loved Poppy.

Not now. I didn’t even wanna look at her. But from the corner of my eye, I saw it—her hands covering her mouth, her shoulders trembling. She was crying too. “I tried telling you, Ari. I tried. But you wouldn’t listen…” I whispered, the pain slicing through my throat. My knees hit the ground. “You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.”

Alexander understood, and his eyes shook with fear. I smiled sadly. "The day you wanted me to promise my love to you, I got held back a year at school, lost my chance to get my certificate, and the law office let me go. The hospital wanted two thousand dollars, or they'd kick my mother out. "What else was I supposed to do?" I asked. "When I took those pills, Alice was gone, and only Ivy was left." Alexander swallowed hard and said with a rough voice, "Alice..."

The cut on my forehead was now a light pink shade, barley a scratch. I need to ask him what herbs those were… I made a mental note. After deciding I was enjoying my dream, I opted to go back to sleep. I tried to stay on a schedule, but I felt like the last 36 hours had allowed me some flexibility. I turned the alarm in my room off before returning to bed. Around noon, I woke to Scarlet shaking me. She mentioned something about Bethany wanting to talk with me. I slid out of the bed pulling my joggers on before following her into the main house. Upon entering I headed straight for the coffee machine.

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.

“They’re garbage! How am I supposed to sing music that sounds like it was written by AI? There’s no depth, no emotion!” Mac Daddy swings, hitting my hands to knock the sheet music out of my grasp. Pieces of paper fill the air. Mac Daddy’s anger is pouring out of him as he breathes heavily. I’ve never seen him so red, let alone so determined. He tosses his phone down on a nearby table and approaches me, getting in my face.

The glass hit Poppy on the nose, then exploded. A silvery liquid splashed all over Poppy and the ground; a few drops landed on Stephan’s out stretched hands. It burned. Like fire. He looked down at his skin; no like wolf’s bane mixed with something else. Poppy gave a pitiful cry and backed away, her snout and fur smoking as the liquid did it’s work. When Poppy lost control, the quicksand stopped. Stephan was now stuck halfway: his legs firmly encased in the sandy ground, but the upper part of him was free. Using his claws and the strength of determination, he was able to pull himself out of the ground.

It was impossible to discern what the scraps used to be. Annie noticed Holly staring at the pile of torn scraps, so out of curiosity, she asked the store attendant, "How much for that?" The attendant held two fingers up. "200 thousand dollars." Annie's eyes widened in shock. "200 thousand dollars for a pile of scrap paper? Why don't you rob a bank while you're at it?"