Romans & histoires Yandere Poppy Playtime X Reader

He challenged. Robin continued, noticing Poppy's silent, “Do it like an erotic novel you frequently read.” Poppy's eyebrows rose. How did he know what was in one of the novels she had read? He cannot guess the same scene as they do now. “Do you read the same novel as me, sir? Whose male character is an arrogant CEO who constantly invites his wife to make love in public places?” Who knows if they have the same hobby? Their relationship can grow stronger when they spend time together, reading books and drinking coffee at dusk.

He’s a tall, strong, broad-shouldered warrior, and she’s my tiny maid who is a few inches taller than me but thin as a rail, and you’d think she might actually frighten him. I think he’s probably more afraid of her bark than her bite, though. Poppy is not shy about telling anyone what she thinks, including me. Maybe she’d draw the line with Maddox, but I’m not sure. I envy her for that sometimes. I often cower when it comes to the possibility of offending someone. I am in my room reading a book while Poppy puts away some new clothing the royal seamstress has made for me when there’s a knock at the door. Poppy quits her humming and heads over to answer it.

I didn't want them to do something that would upset them. "Wait, Poppy," Lestat said. I could tell she was scared by her facial expression. Lestat walked, picked up a book from the nightstand, and held it out for her. "I believe this is yours," Lestat said as he held her journal out for her to take. "You don't have to worry. I didn't read it," Lestat said "Thank you," Poppy said with a smile, but Lestat didn't respond, and Lilly and Poppy went to find their rooms.

Chapter Five: The One They Both Owned Characters: Lysander Vale – Dominant, cruel, icy CEO. Older, immaculate, calculating. Xaden Quinn – The golden boy. Charming, sadistic underneath the smile. Obsessive protector. Jack Blake – The reluctant third. Naïve, shy, caught between them. The obsession neither will give up. Setting: Luxe penthouse apartment, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows, all glass and shadows. Tone: Slow tension, dual control, subtle rivalry, and psychological power play. Expect teasing, edging, and emotional manipulation. One uses words. The other uses touch.

"What are you doing?" "Doing what you couldn't," Poppy's voice echoes within my mind, a sharp retort laden with determination. I'm caught off guard, unprepared for her sudden assertion of control. Her takeover is swift and seamless. "Poppy, whatever you're planning, stop. Right now isn't the time for games. Give me back control," I urge, my voice tinged with urgency as I push against her dominance, determined to regain command of my own body. "You two are mates. I don’t understand why you think he needs space from you. If anything, you should be the one with him right now in his darkest moments," Poppy interjects, her words challenging my perspective.

I frowned, weirded by her question, but I still answered. "Yes, I am. But I don't feel like eating today." "You need to eat, Dyrroth. You must." My head tilted as I stared at her perplexedly and also to admire her beauty. Then she slowly faced me again after a whole minute. "It's been ten years, and we haven't offered him any souls yet. He will come and collect them tomorrow. And if he arrived and got none... the deal's over." My mouth parted in confusion. I didn't know what to say or what to ask as her words didn't make any sense to me.

“Auntie too.” “Why do you all want kisses?” Poppy complained, but she still went up on her little toes and delivered a fast, annoyed kiss before muttering, “This is wasting time.” “We know,” Rhea said. “That’s why we enjoy it.” My turn. Poppy was two steps from the gate when my hand hooked her blazer collar and pulled her gently back. She half-turned, bangs swinging. “Mommy…” she groaned theatrically. I crouched down until our faces were level. From this close, all the details I usually forced myself not to catalog were impossible to ignore: the tiny jawline, the slightly fuller lower lip, the way she lifted one eyebrow when she disagreed. All too familiar.

I repeated as her tearful face appeared before mine, and without waiting for her permission, I allowed myself to steal one kiss, salty and sweet but making my heart happy. Poppy didn't say anything or react; she kept shedding tears, looking into my eyes as if she blamed herself for all the evil in the world. "Come with me. I promise that we will find Tanner together." I repeated, and Poppy nodded gently. Her claws slowly faded, but I could tell she was weak and exhausted. I took her in my arms, and she rested her head on my shoulder and put her hands lightly around my neck. She seemed lifeless or soulless, as if whatever she found ripped a big part of her existence. I stood up, walked out of

There were also tables and chairs for relaxing and reading, where Risa, Mia, and Poppy were sitting. "Oh, hey y'all!" Poppy announced, being the only one in the group who was not reading. Mia and Risa both looked up shortly after, and waved to us nonchalantly as we approached. "We were just looking through the selection of books here hun. Care to join us?" Risa asked, in her strangely seductive tone. "Correction, Risa and I are looking through the books. Hale is just here for the ride." Mia corrected, pointing at Poppy, who was eagerly bouncing in her seat.

“Nella… I’m so sorry. Please, don’t leave me. Not again.” Emotion rips over me; confusion, sorrow, and a strange pull I don’t understand. This powerful Alpha is looking at me like I am his salvation, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. The vulnerability in his voice tugs at the fresh wounds in my own heart. Just hours ago, Barid looked at me with cold indifference while publicly shattering our bond. Now this stranger sticks to me as if I am the only thing keeping him anchored. “I’m not Nella,” I whisper gently, trying to pull my hand back. My voice trembles. “You’re in the hospital. You were badly hurt. I’m Doctor Poppy Stoneman—”