Stalker 2 Poppy Field Novels & Stories

Lethal calm spread throughout my body, and I began to analyze whether it was possible to get away with murder in the center of the fucking ballroom with more than a hundred potential witnesses. I was in the middle of noting all the exits when Poppy grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. “I'm afraid you're greatly mistaken, Scott,” she said, her tone breathy and sexy as fuck. “I'm quite confident I can keep his interest for a very… long time.”

Natalie hit him with the question as soon as he got close to her, “I almost thought you weren’t going to show.” “Yeah sorry, my lecturer asked me to wait behind… I’m flunking a few courses, and he wanted to know what the problem was.” Parker explained casually, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Are you ready?” “I am.” The girl nodded determinedly, “Let’s start with the archive.” She started to walk towards her car, but Parker stopped her, an excited gleam in his eyes. “Let’s use my ride instead.” Natalie trailed after the tattooed man, so lost in her thoughts that she bumped into him almost abruptly when he stopped in his tracks.

"Look, Ms. Chastain is here from the development company. I want to take her out and show her why we're not selling any McFall land." "Ms. Chastain is it now?" Rolly muttered under his breath. "Rolly, I swear to God…" "Um, hello?" Poppy stood uncertainly in the barn doorway. Her bag was gone, and she'd pulled her hair into a ponytail. Her sunglasses rested on top of her head. Hunter cut a look at Rolly, who held up his hands in mock surrender. "We're just about ready," Hunter called to her.

"No, I'll just tell him I found the note on the floor." I touched Wendy's shoulder, "thank you for telling me." When we finally get to the open country, which was only an hour from Walker's Inc. I could see the damages done to our windmills and a few pipe lines. "Mr Walker." A man greeted my father. "Joe." My Father nodded at one of his longtime and trusted worker. He had a bandage over his eye, and was walking with a limp as he came over to us. "Can you please show us the video? I know my daughter can work her magic and make the resolution of it better."

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Grace’s voice cracked. “Something terrible just happened and I swear by the goddess it isn’t my fault, it’s that stupid—“ Smite exchanged a look with Sarah, her expression darkening. “Speak clearly, girl.” Grace started shaking her hands, her eyes looking everywhere but their faces. “On my way there, I—I saw that useless maid, Poppy. She was coming from Lady Dahlia’s Quarters, and she had money on her—lots of it! I thought maybe she stole it from somewhere, so I tried to take it before anyone saw.”

I cursed I was just about to call out when a familiar figure appeared beside me like a blessing from the gods. “Indy.” Poppy. I nearly grabbed her in relief. “I have a master key to Alpha’s rooms,” she said quietly, her eyes sharp as she glanced between me and the door. “Good luck.” My eyes widened. “Poppy—” She pressed the key into my hand. “Go.” I didn’t hesitate. I placed the key inside the hole and opened the door. Rome stood by the small table near the window, the light of the moon casting shadows across the room. The drink was in his hand.

Instead, they stared at her, with some even laughing. She stepped away from the escalator and wandered around again, still clearly looking for Sunny. After a few moments, she stopped and reached into her back pocket, pulling out her phone. The screen was lit up, but she just stared at it for a moment before moving again. She approached the escalator once more, intending to go up this time. An elderly woman noticed her hesitation and fear, and kindly helped her get on. Poppy gripped the railing with one hand while holding onto the woman’s arm with the other. The woman also assisted her in stepping off the escalator when they reached the top. But that was as far as the help went, as the elderl

Taking a deep breath, I lifted the lid and found the pot filled with soup. It was still warm. Which meant my stalker left just a little while ago. Which further meant he had stayed the night in my apartment. And then, my eyes shifted to a piece of folded paper on the countertop beside the stove. A note was scribbled on it with a wavy handwriting. Lifting it with trembling fingers, I read aloud, “Made you some hangover soup with whatever I found in the kitchen. P.S. Next time…if you’re going to kiss me like that…stay awake for what comes next, Little Muse.”

Alek said as he brought out a map from the car and opened the message peter sent him,he checked through the coordinates taking his time making sure every details match Taylor's,when he was sure and was satisfied that they actually did the car began moving again,the closer they got to the place the angrier Alek became,they soon got to the field and Alek told them to park right at the beginning of the field, from where they were standing they could all see the farmhouse, Alek talked about the arrangements one more time. "Vera Stick close to kirill at always the rest move out now!" Alek said lowering the sound of his voice,the men went out and into the field leaving Alek, Kirill and Vera,the so

He understood how every look, every piece of silence could be read as pulling away. He got why she ran. He really wished she hadn’t, but he understood her reasoning. It hurt less if you were the one leaving. But now they were in one hell of a pickle. He, Raphe, and Owen were checking the security cameras set up around the castle and its grounds. Raphe had pulled up the little used trail cams that were placed around the mountain. Usually they only found wildlife. Today, though, they saw Poppy. And it was confusing. She walked into a clearing and it looked like she was talking to someone, but there wasn’t anything on the feed. After a moment, it looked like a bug or something bit her and then…