How Old Is Peter Pan From Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

“Well… It’s just that we’re a close family. But now you have Celeste, the girls, and Grandma. And I have Serenity, Ethan, and my future baby. This house is huge, but I think we need to start our own lives.” Peter adjusted his glasses and smiled. “You really think I’d be upset about you wanting to spread your wings?” he asked, amused. “Well, no, but… We’ve been through so much…” “Son,” Peter said as he stood up and walked over to him. “Let’s clear something up. I know my ‘other self’ might seem intimidating. It’s still hard for me to accept that I have a 24-year-old son. When I woke up, I basically thought I was that age myself.

Maybe pour her drink in her food… Or preferably, my saliva. “Man!” Peter and Pan scream my name. Jeez. I jerk and turn in their direction. They are casually dressed in ripped shorts, Balenciaga boots, and designer tops. Their hair is roughened into spikes. “You disappeared on us, man.” Peter smacks my shoulder. I sigh and continue munching on my peanut butter cookies. “At least he showed up with the best invitation ever.” He stamps a card on the table. I had shared with my favorites earlier and of course, I slipped theirs in their lockers.

Peter continued talking: "You know... no matter how many nannies Portia has, it's only a temporary backup. You'll have to talk to her at some point" "I know, I... I don't want her to grow up and realize that I couldn't give her enough," he said and looked at him pleadingly, "She's all I have". Peter looked at his friend, so vulnerable at that moment. He was not a weak person, not even close to that description. He was cold, funny from time to time, only when he was with the right people, with others he was just a strict figure. His phone vibrated. He picked it up and after reading the message, he spoke.

“No one is going to believe I’m your grandson for a moment. Maybe your son, but that’s it.” “So far you’re cementing your place as my favorite grandchild, but we both know the truth. I am aging, and I’m starting to look the part.” “Well, consider this, I get to play Peter Pan for all life.” “Oh but, my darling, you make a charming Peter Pan. You know what everyone says about you, don’t you?” He had no idea actually. “What do they say?” “They say you have the face of an angel, and a few people have spread rumors that when you don’t gel your hair it’s actually quite curly. You’ll be spoiled for all life because of it.”

“When will you carry out the task I assigned to you?” “I am on it, uncle. Just give me time.” “I don't have time anymore. I have given you enough time but you spend it going around town with her.” Peter rolled his eyes, obviously not interested in what the old man was saying. “I can't just kidnap her like that. Everyone will suspect me. They will know I did it. I am still taking my time to plan my acts well. I will strike when the time is right.” Peter said, his voice rising.

Aurora said, looking around the table with a smirtle, "your Majesty, your royal family has quiet a number of handsome men. It shouldn't be hard to find a suitor for Bella." "Mum!" Bella squirmed in embarrassment. "I'm only eighteen." Everyone at the table laughed when they realised Aurora had been teasing Bella. Just then, the door to the breakfast hall swung open a handsome young man waltz in. "Guess who's back!" Hearing the voice, Dohana lifted her face and screamed with much delight, springing to her feet. "Cousin Peter!"

I look down and see him looking up at me with a smile, I grin back “I suppose Peter Pan did come and take me away. Just when I was 20, not 7. My Peter is a little rougher around the edges though.” He rolls us over and cradles my face with his arms, eyes searching mine, “Are you happy here my love?” I reach my hands up and cup his jaw, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “This Neverland is better than I could have ever dreamed.

Peter was in his late 20s, full of energy, not yet married to his wife, Maria clearly remembered how much Lukas looked and acted like that younger version of peter from the smooth way they talked, that same sly smirk on their faces, and even the sharp, intense look in their eyes. But Lukas is even taller, with sharper face lines, and way more scary and strong than Mr. Peter ever was, sge mused in her head. Still, the family look is there. I wonder if he is just as clever at planning things and full of hot temper like young Mr. Vaughn used to be. As Mr. Peter got older over the years, he started to change and act more like Victor. His face became hard to read. He chased after lots of women, g

Just echoes of memory. Leonora sometimes thought of Peter as Pedro when the jasmine bloomed. She remembered him as a teenager, running to the dungeon of Leonora’s mansion to save her, who fell in love with her time-traveler granddaughter. She remembered the night they left the Philippines. She wondered if he ever thought of her. Simon never said much about it. He believed in forward motion. But even he paused once, during a Veteran’s Day parade, when he saw a young man in uniform who looked too much like Peter at eighteen.

She could not read the looks that the both of them shared, but Peter plastered a smile on his face and turned back to her. "The palace infirmary." He spoke. Peter's eyes fell to her second hand which lay by her side on the bed. "How are you feeling?" "Like my head is about to burst open and my brain wants to fall to the ground." She replied. She had not intended to amuse him, but Peter chuckled, and so did the young man by his side. Roxanne took a closer look at his face, he couldn't have been more than twenty years of age. And there was something oddly familiar about his eyes, it was as though she had seen them before.