Poppy Playtime Ships の小説・ストーリー

Poppy Hopkins is left with nothing in a world where power is everything. Stripped of her title, robbed of her home, and publicly humiliated, she escapes into the wilderness, desperate to protect her unborn child. Years later, her quest for justice leads her to the enigmatic Prince Logan Brantford—a man who is both charming and perilous. As they delve into a labyrinth of lies, deceit, and unyielding conspiracies, their connection deepens, igniting feelings that could either save them or lead to their ruin. Will Poppy and Logan uncover the truth and reclaim their lives, or will their growing bond become another casualty in the fight for justice?

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband, Nate Anderson, told me that he had offended a mob boss. On the same night, he sent our daughter, Poppy Anderson, and I to go into hiding in the desert. Halfway through the journey, I recalled that I had forgotten to pack my daughter’s asthma medication. Hence, I quickly went back. However, I saw Nate celebrating with his friends in our mansion. “Nate, aren’t you worried that Lila and Poppy are going to starve in the remote area that you’ve sent them to?” Nate said indifferently, “Don’t worry about it. I’ve repackaged the unsold dog food from Emma’s shop and sent it to them. They won’t starve.” Emma leaned her head against Nate’s chest.

My wife's nephew, Oliver, got kidnapped. The ransom was $500,000. Then my wife froze every card I had. I called her 999 times. Not one call went through. Oliver was tortured for three days. By the time they found him, he was covered in wounds. Dead. I pulled every favor I had and finally found Zara. In a hotel bed. With her so-called brother. "I'm wrecked about Poppy too, but she's gone. We can't bring her back. Holden needs heart surgery, and Poppy's a match. Send the body to the hospital." So Zara thought the kidnapped kid was our daughter. I was so pissed I laughed. Then I sent the body straight to the OR.

I was rejected, sold, and bought by a stranger I had a one-night stand with. ***** Poppy thought the worst day of her life was when her mate chose her sister in front of the entire pack. She was wrong. Now she belongs to Grey Ashford, a powerful and dangerous Alpha who claims her as part of a political deal. He offers her protection, but nothing about him feels safe… especially not the way he watches her. As strange powers begin to surface and a deadly secret about her bloodline comes to light, Poppy becomes the center of a dangerous game. The council wants to control her. Her past refuses to let her go. And the man who rejected her may not be done with her yet. But the most dang

WARNING: RATED 18+| NO RAPE!!! Excerpt; "Was I a good girl?" she hiccupped, her bare skin flushed and glowed as she rolled across the sheets like she owned the bed—and him. Six weeks without his touch had scraped her raw. She was slowly losing touch of her sanity. "You did good, Penguin," Alanis said, his voice low and rough as he reached for his tie. And just like that, the spell cracked. He was leaving...again. It wasn't fair, she had to remain in the shadows, while her perfect half-sister was rubbing his chest in public. Poppy slammed the door shut, while she arranged her robe, her eyes wet and wild. "Can you… stay… just one more night?"

"I am going to have some fun. He said, and he started pulling at my shirt, causing me to panic. "Don't touch me," I said "Don't touch my sister," Lilly added, and she ran toward him, but he pushed her so hard she fell into the cell wall. "Lilly," Poppy and I screamed at the same time. Damen tore my shirt off, revealing my bra, but I wasn't going to give up so easily. I kicked him where the sun didn't shine, causing him to groan in pain. "You bitch," Damen said before he pushed me to the ground. "Rose," Poppy said "I was going to take it easy on you, but since you want to be difficult, I changed my mind," Damen said. He got on top and I tried to kick him again but he woudln't let me. "

Paris Poppy hates the way she looks. At a younger age, she was bullied for it. No one wanted to be her friend nor did any of the boys find her attractive. As Paris grew into a young female, she gave up on all hopes of finding her one true love, believing that no man will ever find her beautiful. Pity, Paris doesn't know her parents had already planned out a life for her. "An emotional romance read that will leave you in tears."

Morgan is just trying to survive her cousin’s destination wedding in Bermuda. She didn’t come prepared for emotional damage, and she certainly didn't expect the biggest drama of the weekend to involve a head injury, a blocked tunnel, and a very confusing run-in with three dudes dressed like they raided a Pirates of the Caribbean casting call. Turns out they’re not LARPing. They aren't actors. It's not a fun sunset cruise. No. They’re privateers. Like, real ones. From the actual year 1725. And Morgan? She’s stuck. She may have a pretty good handle on how to survive in the wilderness, thanks to her ex-Green Beret dad. But eighteenth-century ships, sexist crewmates, and suspicious captain

Adrian Blackwood is my fiance, but he has kept a mistress behind my back. The hidden folder on his computer is filled with her photos. The thing is, Poppy Blackwood, the subject of Adrian's affection, keeps gazing at another young man with affection in her eyes. The young man, Jaguar Reed, is very good-looking. Not even his slightly worn-out and shabby clothes can conceal his charms. I point at Jaguar's photo while asking my butler, "What do you think about him?" "Ms. Sterling, what do you mean by that?" I raise an eyebrow at the question. "Well, I'm thinking of fulfilling a certain university student's dreams."

On what should have been the happiest night of her life, Poppy’s world was brutally destroyed. Her fated mate, the man she had loved since childhood, publicly rejected her on stage, kissed his pregnant mistress in front of the entire pack, and shoved divorce papers into her trembling hands while the crowd laughed and took photos. Shattered and bleeding from a broken mate bond, she ran. That same night, she pulled a dying man from death’s grip. Jethro Northcutt. The ruthless, feared Alpha of the CreationMoon Pack. When the Alpha awakens, the powerful man remembers nothing of his past… except ‘her’. He calls her “Nella”. He begs her to never leave him. He swears she is his true