Trolls The Beat Goes On Poppy Novels & Stories

“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.”

Tilly started beating her on the back, and clouds of fairy dust kept puffing out of Poppy's mouth. "Poppy, are you okay," I asked worriedly. "fi...ne...NH." she nodded jerkily. "She's fine, just breathing her spittle" Tilly stopped smacking Poppy's back and grabbed one of her feet; she pulled Poppy right off her feet, lifting her upside down as she flew up in the air and started shaking Poppy. "Tilly! You might drop her on her head." I was getting worried. "Nah, she's got a hard noggin."

Not long left and I leave this room, more than likely not to smell anything divine and realise that there is no-one out there waiting for me. My eyes started to fill just as Poppy opened the door and waltzed into the room. Using the back of my hand I quickly wiped at my eyes. “I'm baaaaack motherfucker!” She bellowed out in a sing song voice, throwing her arms out as if she was on stage waiting for a round of applause. “Come on, let's move it. If we head down now, then we'll have time for a coffee and whatever first.” She carried on speaking, oblivious to my moment of inner torture and being so close to shedding tears when she had walked in.

The first time Paul met Poppy, he felt as if she had slapped him right in the middle of the shop. The looks everyone gave him made him feel like some sort of pervert who had harassed a cashier. When they crossed paths again at Trey's company, he discovered she was the one who had encouraged Clara to work as a bar girl, leading to Clara becoming his best friend's secret woman. The resentment and hatred Paul felt toward Poppy doubled instantly. ​

Maybe Jake is right, that teacher is just friendly, and it rubbed off as a little creepy. "Beat him up." The big Jay said casually as he put down a bowl of popcorn in front of her. If he wasn't holding food, she would've slapped him. His veiny forearm, which is not protected by his black hoodie, is looking very tempting. "Tell me you're joking." She responded and threw a popcorn into her mouth. The other Jay only pressed his lips into a hard line as he sat down next to her on the bed. The matress dropped under his weight, and Jay looked up at him. He's joking right? Sure, everyone says he beats up teachers, but that can't be true right?

He lunged toward Theodore, his face twisted with confusion and anger, his voice raspy as he questioned, "What are you talking about? What contest? What money troubles?" Theodore replied, "Weren't you aware? There was this contest back in the day. If Teresa had entered, with her natural gift, she would've swept the championship for sure. That would've opened doors for her to study abroad. Rumor has it, a mentor even made the trip just for her. Too bad my sister botched the whole thing. "My sister struck a deal with Teresa. She claimed she needed the cash because her boyfriend's business was on the brink of collapse.

she patted my shoulder and went back to the bar. When she left, the smile on my lips disappeared. She already has a boyfriend. Maybe I need to let go. She doesn't want me in her life anymore, so why would I fight if I knew I will fight a losing game. I was walking my way back to the bar when I saw Black coming out of the bar. She seems in a hurry and with her friend. They are laughing. "Sorry Steff, it's too late to change," I said to myself while looking at Black's passing car. ***

But tonight, he was willingly giving up that last piece of his old fortress. Kai stood over a small tray, the sterile, metallic snap of his latex gloves echoing sharply in the quiet room. He adjusted the desk lamp, focusing a tight, bright circle of warm light directly onto Adrian’s bare shoulder blade. The typical swagger in Kai’s movements was absent, replaced by a quiet, reverent focus. This wasn't just another commercial piece; this was the ultimate contract, etched in a medium that couldn't be torn or rewritten.

“As I told you, you won’t stand a chance so long as I’m here.” Keeping my head down, I let out a bitter smile. Out of nowhere, three crisp slaps rang up. Snapping my head up, I saw the familiar silhouette at the entryway. The long-absent voice of the System boomed. “Congratulations, Player. Your target’s affection has reached 100%. You have unlocked a Happy Ending.” Patrick bolted to his feet. Throughout the hall, mobile alerts started chiming one after another. Someone among the crowd exclaimed, “Look at the news!”

Theron slipped into the Azuremoon pack, disguised as the assistant of the Eclipsed pack's Alpha. On the day of the ceremony, the entire pack was alive with celebration. He searched the crowd like mad, desperate to catch a glimpse of Cayden and me. Soon, his eyes landed on the high dais, and he could no longer look away. The she-wolf standing on the dais felt like a stranger to him. I wore an elegant, richly embroidered gown, with my hair swept up as I stood beside Father. My chin was lifted, my back was straight, and a faint, calm smile played on my lips as I talked.