Trolls Poppy Scrapbook Novels & Stories

Yet here I was, forced to swallow the unimaginable. Satisfied that she had quenched a thirst I never had, Selene pressed a book into my hands. One glance at the cover made my heart sink. Trolls. Of course it had to be trolls. In that instant, I understood Kael’s disdain for the entire franchise. This girl’s obsession was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. It coated her world—her words, her shelves, even the Princess Poppy hair ties woven into her braids. She could walk into a boardroom tomorrow and sell their brand better than any professional, all without knowing she was doing it.

“Faith, um... I-I don’t have any pads.” I gave her a small smile. “No worries, Poppy. I bought some earlier—the ‘On the Wings of Love’ kind. Hold on; I left them in the car. I’ll go grab them.” I dashed outside to fetch the supplies I’d bought for her that morning, including some wet wipes and tissues Hope had specifically reminded me to get. When I returned to the room, I found Poppy standing in front of my drawer, holding the exact item Hope had slipped me earlier. My eyes widened.

After a few seconds, she divered her glance back to his white ceremic cup, which looks tiny in his hands. "What? You want a cup of tea? It's jasmine." "So you really beat them up, huh?" She picked out a piece of popcorn to fiddle with. "But you haven't done anything this year yet, big Jay." Jake said cheerfully. "You still have.... Nine months." "Don't make this a ritual." Rody chuckled. "It's our senior year, you won't wanna fail yourself just to continue a ritual." "Speaking from experience, I see." Her brother replied with a smirk.

Suddenly a mischievous idea came to mind,I grinned taking out the fake robot chrockroaches I made, how about a little prank. I tiptoed to Stacey's room opening the door gently I peeped in to see if she was awake. After making sure she was asleep, I stepped into the room, i gently walked closer to her bed,, lifted her shirt and dropped the chrockroach on her back then left the room. I did the same to Erick and Jace before turning on the robots with the little remote in my hand The chrockroaches began crawling all over their bodies while they woke with a start, they started screaming trying to get the fake bugs of their bodies while I rolled in laughter

He looks at several of the jars she’s standing near to, she looks over her shoulder and smiles at Seb and Greyson making out in the corner, “Nothing much, it’s just not often I get to see some of these items. Like this one,” she points to the label, ‘Troll Snot’ It looks like lumpy wallpaper paste, but blueish in colour. “That stuff is incredibly difficult to get a hold of, no one just goes up to a troll with a large hanky and says ‘blow please’.” George chuckles softly, then he looks to Celine. She’s still sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed. She looks almost peaceful.

He flung me to the floor, growling, "Get out! You disgust me!" Pain lanced through my abdomen as my wound tore open again. I couldn't lift myself. The carpet was soaked in my blood. From my pocket, a donation receipt from five years ago slipped out, landing at Michele's feet.

The Trolls were lined up in front of Edmund, ready to take any order. "You're wrong, brother. I never give up, remember?" Edmund in the back chuckled as he played with his golden wand. "You're wrong too, Edwig. I'm better than you, and always will be!" Wiggy didn't answer again, only smiling crookedly as he pulled out his flute. "ATTACK!" Without warning, Edmund exclaimed as he raised his golden staff. The Trolls bellowed in unison at Wiggy, but the youth's agility overcame them. He flew into the air playing the flute. The next instant a pack of Pixies came like a high tide. The Pixies lunged at the Trolls and swarmed them.

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.

She wasn’t interested in anything anyways. “And Mr. Winters is going to announce the final project and the partners for the project today.” She shrugged again. She didn’t care about partners, she just had to study, graduate High school and leave for college. That’s it. They reached their class and took their seats. Ready to start the day. Lillian Ann Wilson, an eighteen-year-old girl who was a senior in High school. That was pretty much it. That was what described her now. She, who once was a lively girl who loved art, music, and books. Who, had plenty of friends Who once lived life to the fullest, now was nothing but someone who was being forced to live.

She mumbles sadly as she looks at all of my things laying across the table. "Well, I visited mum today. The doctors have allowed her to have her knitting needles back. She made us both a throw for our beds" I hold up two neatly folded brightly coloured knitted throw blankets. "Do you want yellow or peach?" "Oooh I love the peach, gimme" Poppy hold out her hands and makes a grabbing motion. I softly throw the material at her and she catches it, immediately bringing it to her face. "Oh that's so soft, she's so sweet. What's with the rest of it?" She asks, slightly happier now that she has a comfy blanket.