Trolls Poppy Book Novels & Stories

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!”

If Smite really wanted to deal with her she would. But unfortunately for her, Poppy wasn’t a trembling little deer anymore. No. She was a panther in training. And just like we practiced, Poppy widened her eyes so big I thought they might pop out of her skull. She didn’t blink once until fat tears started falling down her cheeks. Then she started crying so loud that it made it sound like someone had just murdered her entire bloodline. She was so convincing that even Head Maid Smite froze. Her mouth dropped as she was speechless, like she couldn’t believe Poppy had busted into tears out of nowhere. But before Smite could recover, Poppy was already defending herself.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

Wren assured them. She picked up the journal she had left on the center table that they had told her to transcribe. She had started to get deep into it but she did not get anything serious yet. “I am back!” Poppy announced, coming through the front door with a bag slung across her shoulder. The triplet has put her to work since they found out about the hex and she was dedicated to finding the person that was with the hex so they could work on how they were going to go ahead with their attempt to cure the person before it got too deep into them.

I said to them. They stood up and followed me. I go first because I don't want to show my daughter my little jealousy against her dad. So, I adjusted my emotions before dealing with them. "Nanny. The stuffed toys are cute oh, I also love the color and her hair. So very adorable, Poppy." I saw when Davvy pointed out the huggable Queen Poppy in the movie Trolls. "Nanny, buy it for me, please?" I heard Davvy whisper to his nanny.

It looked like one of the pages had fallen out of the book and when I turned it around, I saw a map on the other side. I opened the book to see where the page had come from, and gasped. There was a complete map of the troll lands. It showed where their village was and even where their mine was. I quickly started to read the pages that had turned yellow with age. The history went back centuries and my eyes grew wider the more I read. The trolls did have mines, but the book made it clear they never found anything in them.

“Deal or not?” Javier tried not to laugh. “Okay, fine. No pinch, no kiss, no kartoshka, no stealing candy.” He held up three fingers like he was being sworn in. “Just for today. Tomorrow, we renegotiate.” “No,” Poppy cut in quickly. “Today and tomorrow. And… until I’m grown.” “How old is ‘grown’?” I asked. Poppy thought hard. “Twenty-three. Like Mommy when… when…” She glanced at me, remembering something she absolutely shouldn’t mention. “When Mommy had a stupid idea.”

How dare you lay your dirty hands on me you swine, I will show you" She got back up and rushed to Vivian but she got pushed back, stumbling and falling on her behind again. Vivian rushed on her and gave her another slap making Poppy dizzy and held her hair back smacking her face on the floor. “Let me go, let me go you pig“ “I see you still have strength to spew nonsense“ “I said let me go, help anyone please help me“ Rushed footsteps came into the living room and saw Poppy crying and Vivian holding a book staring at Poppy with concern in her eyes.

Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know? I pulled out a book that read ’trolls and termites’ It was basically a gag book about how werewolves viewed trolls, how they were dirty, nasty, and not very friendly. If you had ever come across one, chances were you wouldn't leave in a good mood. I placed it back on the shelf and continued walking around. I saw a book with a golden tail on the top shelf. I got up on my toes and reached for it but the tips of my fingers only scraped it.