Trolls Poppy Scrapbook Novels & Stories

But there was no notepaper to be seen. Who doesn't keep Post-Its on their desk? Poppy scowled in annoyance. She thought he might have scrap paper inside the desk, but she felt a bit uncomfortable to just dive in looking for it. Tentatively, she eased open the top drawer. A familiar yellow square came into view. "Oh, yay!" She opened the drawer further and picked up the yellow sticky pad. Beneath it was a photograph. Slowly, Poppy reached for it.

She could remember posing in them before for one of her boyfriends and the pictures of that little photoshoot she still kept in her scrapbook. Her still-warm panties found a place in the box and were buried again as she sat and dug deeper. She touched the soft leathery corner of her personal scrapbook. "Gotcha!" she pulled out the small tome and set it onto her lap. The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Tara had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet.

"Nah, she's got a hard noggin." "Give her to me before she gets hurt." I put out my hand, and Tilly dropped her down on my hand. "Poppy, are you sure you're okay?" "She nodded with watering eyes and then shot Tilly, the bird." I looked at Tilly, and she threw her hands up, "I thought it might work." Poppy flew off my hand and grabbed Tilly's foot, snagging her upside down. "Poppy, stop! You guys are acting like children! AND it's raining on my parade!"

I glance once more at the trees, at the place where life had recoiled, where something cold had hungered. It’s gone for now, but it knows, and next time it comes, I won’t be unfinished. “Okay, well, this isn’t awkward at all. You two have a lovely day in your love nest, and I’ll go break the news to my mates that Ronnie wants us to bond because there’s a murder crow screeching at me. No biggie,” Poppy waffles as she walks away.

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!”

Eleven jars, day forty, Poppy's name in careful ink, left for Elna to manage in the morning. She tore the second page free, folded it once, and put it in her pocket.

Yolanda teased, purring as she held Jarnja’s hand, then pressed it to her purple lips. Jarnja startled, looking at me in confusion. “Yola? You, are you sick?” the Troll Queen asked, taken aback. Giggling, Yola swished her armor, grabbed me by the hand And we flew in her arms, Gullinkambi taking off after us To Jord’s sicksleep isle As Jarnja Let us go – a secretive smile on her ruby and white mouth. She licked a lion fang. Things were getting Interesting!

Scrapper is single but is slowly settling down with Zee and her three kids. Pops has three children with his wife Grandy – Patch, Deuce and Alana. (Deuce and Alana are twins) Patch has two sons with his wife Jaye, Molly and Dino. Deuce has two sons, Rocky and Gremlin. Alana has five children – Werewolf (born while she was still in high school) Bear (only biological child of Coon) Sticks, Mia and Chance. Rocky, Dino and Gremlin are married to triplet sisters, Violet, Rose and Heather respectively. They each have a few children but are not really seen in this anthology.

had drawn a swarm of journalists, their cameras and mics forming an impenetrable wall. Rosa made her entrance, wheeling Gabriella in, both of them dressed up in a pitiful display for the crowd. Gabriella was a mess, her clothes ragged and her face gaunt. At the first flash of the cameras, she broke down, sobbing. "Elena, that backstabber! She's hogging all the inheritance and trying to wipe us out!" Next to her, Rosa dabbed at her eyes, the picture of sorrow. "Elena, just own up to your mistake and give back what's rightfully the Deluca'. Then, we'll let bygones be bygones. We're family, after all…"

She grabbed my hair again. “Ahh! Let go!” I cried out, gripping her wrist. Suddenly, Jake stormed in. “Enough!” He gently ripped Audrina’s hand from my hair. “Brother, don’t touch her! She’s a thief!” Audrina snapped, rushing to his side. She threw her arms out to shield him, like she was protecting him from a wild animal. Jake’s jaw tightened. “Audrina—” “No, listen!” She pointed at me. “I caught her hiding in your wardrobe! And when she fell out, she had a bunch of clothes with her. I bet she was stealing them! Planning to sell them for some profit!”