Smiling Psychopaths Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

“Losing your last paycheck on some poker game?” “Please, just give me more time! I’ll pay you back! Every cent!” Carter wailed, tears streaming down his bloodied face. “We gave you time Carter, and you used it all up,” The gun guy chuckled darkly. “You ran out of that when you placed your first bet. Don’t make promises that’ll get your organs sold, Carter,” the guy with the gun taunted, his grin a little too wide. “You like staying alive, don’t you?”

It's a shame the plan wasn't for her, but for another woman who was luckier, because she could make this one playboy submissive. Sera went to the cashier, calculated the price, then put the guitar in its bag before handing it to Jake. “May I ask the last question?” “Hm?” Jake handed her his credit card. “Why did you dump me back then?” Jake didn't answer, he just kept quiet until his credit card came back. “Want a honest answer?” “Yes.” “I don't have any feelings for you and I don't know, how can I play with you even though you've been so good to me all this time.”

Author's POV: Poppy froze. The lamp trembled in her hands. The man didn’t speak. He just stood there—sweating, and his stomach folding over itself, with beady eyes that glinted beneath the harsh overhead light. His breath was labored, and his grin was slow, like he thought this was normal, and was entitled to her. Poppy's hands shook harder. She lifted the lamp an inch higher. "Who are you?" she whispered, her voice cracked and hoarse from the screaming.

Except to the time I gave her the most expensive gift in the world and that's a secret. "Forgive their attitude," I whispered. She winked at me, "No worries. They're our friends anyway, and we already used to see that kind of attitude. Especially when Gabby and Maddy was involved." "Yeah, your right. I'm glad that attitude never change because if they did? I don't know if I can handle their new sides," I agreed to her and look at our friends who keep at fighting. Sometimes my problem washes away in one snap just seeing their smiles, my friends was my clowns because they never failed making me happy. They're like my sisters and I wish they really are.

Atlas reacted quickly. He swiftly pulled me into his arms and shifted positions, evading the oncoming Poppy amidst the crowd's gasps. Luckily, Dylan grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Poppy pretended to look embarrassed. With a profound look, Dylan said, "Ms. Poppy, steady yourself!" Poppy felt uneasy under Dylan's cold gaze, her mind shaken momentarily. She quickly smiled and said, "I'm sorry! Ms. Chloe, I startled you. My fault for not standing firmly. Sorry."

"You don't seem too happy and I think I could help you fix that. Everyone is having fun... There's no reason why you shouldn't too. The band is good" Timothy was fed up. All he wanted was some time to himself and this lady just wouldn't let him have. "No, thanks. I think I'm fine" he said, then after a pause, he added. "And I appreciate the gesture but I would really love to be alone right now. If you don't mind..." Mirabel's smile faded and her hand immediately left his arm. "Fine." she said, her voice a little tense. "Have fun being alone"

"Uh… I didn't cheat on Alex, we ended things after the Snow Ball. Not that we were really a thing, it was a bit of fun but just didn't feel right to be anything serious, you know? Please don't hate me." "You're fine Poppy, it's ok, Alex already told me, I'm glad you had fun, have you got a picture of him?" Poppy's grin returns and despite the groans of her two friends, she holds up her phone where a picture of a guy wearing a lot of gold jewellery, a backwards baseball cap and bright green sunglasses obliterating the view of the majority of his face, is smirking at the camera, his hand gripping his chin with his first finger pointing skywards.

He asked after a concert of minutes. “I thought you brought me here to work.” What the hell? Then he looked at me and flashed me a smile. “No, I lied. I wanted to see you, okay? I missed you, that's why. Right, missed your pussy too.” He added. “Oh.” I looked away instantly, shocked and stupidly happy, hoping my cheeks weren't showing just how wonderful I felt. “So you didn't miss me?” He nudged my shoulders playfully. This was the Ryan I liked so much, the sweet, playful gentle one. I think I'll suggest going to see a psychotherapist. He might just be bipolar.

“Now crawl to every guy here and introduce yourself properly. Tell them your rule.” There were only three other men in the room with him. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled slowly and seductively across the floor, swaying my hips and arching my back to look as slutty as possible. I stopped in front of the first man. “My name is Poppy,” I said softly, looking up into his eyes. “I love cock, cum, and being fucked. Use me anyway you want, so long as you don’t tell my husband.”

Xavier smirked and glared her sleeping figure with his psychotic eyes as he spoke in a spooky tone. “You gotta deal with this Psycho” His lips abruptly curved up into a creepy smile. His eyes gleamed with a menacing spark. He licked his lips and pressed them on her dried ones as he kissed her hungrily. Xavier gripped her chin and slowly parted her lips to insert his tongue. He started devouring her mouth, he couldn't get enough of her sweet taste. He played with her dried tongue while the poor girl was fast asleep oblivious to all his sinful acts. His tongue caressed the roof of her mouth. Pleasurable groans escaped his mouth as he kissed her as if his life was dependent on it. He sucked her