Scraps X Poppy Novels & Stories

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

It doesn't matter which world I am in, the struggles will be the same, but I was never the person to accept my defeat until my mind says that I lost. I got up tearing the curtain cloth which was wrapped around me, and untie my hands from that loose grip of the piece of cloth that was tied on them. As I freed myself, I peeped around to find something useful but that place was like a stable, with nothing but broken wood planks, ropes, and dry grass everywhere. When I moved further, I found some scrap clothes piled up in a corner, jerking them off to remove any harmful insects, I took them to the beam of the light to see if they can help me get changed.

"Time they're sorry for all of this." I sat at my desk, flipped on my laptop, and opened a new folder. I titled it Project Rise. And in that script, I began making a list of every vulnerability, every threat, every weapon I had at my disposal to strike back. Victoria's business partners. Cassandra's father's company. Jake's compulsion to be number one. Anything and everything were up for grabs now. They thought I was finished. They thought I'd just vanish into thin air, marry some dull fellow or reappear in thin air.

I stared at her for a few seconds. She immediately held up one small finger. “But one was little.” “How little?” She opened her palm to show me a size that was very clearly not little. I inhaled through my nose. “And the other one?” I asked. Poppy thought hard, then pressed both hands together in a wider circle. “...had more ambition.” “Three?” I asked. “Two and a half,” Poppy said quickly. “But half of it melted. So technically that was drinking.”

He waved his hand smugly and ordered his men to search Poppy. Poppy let them search without fear. “I’ll eat my hat if you can find anything useful on me!” Poppy’s worthless clothes had been thrown away, and the last pill she carried with her had been given to Penny. Anyway, these pills were meant to heal injuries and restore energy, so Philip's people ate them like jelly beans at leisure. Poppy had gotten rid of the pills and was certain they could not find anything on her. “Patriarch, we couldn’t find anything on her!”

She bit her lower lip slightly to keep her tears from falling, fearing Robin would chastise her worse or possibly kill her. How can Poppy keep her dignity while all the servants look down on her? Robin also didn’t defend her, instead treating her as if she were a servant. “Do you understand?” Poppy quickly nodded her head in answer. She didn’t want Robin to hear her voice, which would sound shaky from suppressed tears. Saul always punishes Poppy more severely when he sees her crying. Robin and Saul are both part of the mafia that might do similar acts of violence. “Good.”

I wondered how much longer I'd be able to keep the secret from Bapi. "You were saying something about poppies?" I probed, finishing off the tea and placing the cup on the ground. "Oh, yes. So, I went on a walk, last night, and I found a few poppy flowers in the poppy fields out at the edge of the town," he said, the usual playfulness in him mitigated. "You're drunk, aren't you?" He shook his head, chuckling. "No, you don't understand! I saw opium poppies."

I thought you were waiting for your mate. Shrugging, ‘He caught me off guard,’ I placed the sticky note down and scribbled another note: Poppy, also known as Papaver Somniferum. Used to ease grief and suffering. As I looked up, Gabriel was still staring at me, expecting me to say more. I shrugged again, ‘What? He did! Don’t look at me like that. You know I still have feelings for him, but I can’t lead him on, especially knowing the chances of him being my mate are slim to none.’ I exhaled, dropping my head down as I closed my eyes, ‘He’s so important to me, I feel this connection with him, I just can’t tell what that connection is and if it’s not the mate bond, and I end up bonding with some

“Where the fuck is the heirloom–” “Take my mate and leave–” Poppy is trying to get out of the bed now, her expression twisted with pain and fear as the storm picks up speed, rattling the castle. The power flickers, then everything goes dark, just as Maddox and Antony start throwing punches again.

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.