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

This made Kingston smile resignedly, letting Pandora pat his cheek. “I see you as a man in his mid-thirties to forties. And you’re talking about hundreds of years ago.” “I have indeed lived that long.” That long.... Pandora closed her eyes briefly—clearing her mind, which had been completely overwhelmed by the shocking reality. “So you should be an old man by now. And it turns out I just got proposed to by a man who’s already an old man?” she asked, even as one of Kingston’s eyebrows arched as if to protest. Then the man pulled Pandora closer.

“Yeah... we did go to the same middle school. So, what are you doing here? My voice sounded steadier than I felt. Before Peter could answer, Orion chimed in, his tone casual. “Oh, I forgot to mention—Peter’s my assistant. He’s been of great help.” Assistant. The room tilted. Of all the people, it had to be him? Was this some twisted joke? Did Peter know who I was when he took the job? Did they dig into my past to bring him back into my life? Is this their twisted move to throw me out? My stomach twisted with unease. Peter’s eyes locked on mine, and a slow, calculated smile spread across his face. “Small world, isn’t it? Ava and I go way back. I can’t believe this.”

Before I become too angry, I ask, “Who was there when you changed time?” Peter is silent for a moment, then says, “We felt abandoned. It felt the same as it did when your mother met your father. All of your time was spent with the Galno. We all knew she wouldn’t be the queen we need. Jonat will be a good queen, not a random girl that gets treated like a princess.” “Give me all the names of those that were with you,” I repeat. Peter is suddenly hit with realization, “Most have disappeared. We thought they were dying from the hunters, but really, it was you.”

I put Peter Pan on Disney Plus and sat Tinder down with his popcorn and juice. “I’m going to be a little busy for a few minutes, okay? But when I’m done, we’ll sit down with cookies and chocolate milk and have a talk . I need to tell you a few things. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.” But his father sure was.

Thankfully, every item that followed ended up with me, and the gloom weighing on me finally lifted. The biggest surprise was the final necklace. Jonathan had personally crafted it for my 21st birthday, and it had been lost years ago during a territorial clash. I no longer loved him, but that necklace carried too many memories. Kelsey seemed to know its history. She bid aggressively, attempting to price me out of the room. She was convinced Jonathan wouldn't spend that much on me. After the auction ended, Jonathan and I were led to finalize the purchases. Halfway there, the manager hurried over and pulled him aside.

Surprising myself with my words, I continued. “Yeah… So, I like a girl.” “And here I thought you were gay.” I leaned back in my chair, trying to get comfortable on the plane. “I thought so too, until I met her.” “And?” “She’s a student…” “At your university?” “Uh-huh, and?” “I don’t know. She probably thinks I’m too old for her.” His words struck a nerve, reminding me that I was almost a decade older than Alyssa. “How old are you, Peter?”

By the time I started speaking to her, he would realize I was from the werewolf world, and then he would fix his gaze on me. “Do you know him?” Peter asked her. I wished I could thank him for asking that question. “He’s thirty five years old,” she replied. She was right about my age, but it didn’t guarantee she actually knew me. It could be that she figured it out after staring at my face. I did look thirty five, and I didn’t know that before now. That shouldn’t have been her way of responding to Peter’s question, but I didn’t plan to lecture her. I couldn’t wait to start speaking to her like I came here to do.

Peter recalled looking back at the women as he made his way to tell his father that he was going to be studying flowers with the queen, the two women seemed to be in polite conversation for a minute before Wendy bowed to the Queen and took her leave to join Theodore and Peter again in the garden before heading home. "Father! Father, guess what!" Peter hollered while running in excitement. "What is it, son?" Theodore asked while wiping the dirt from his hands. Back then, Peter's father was still very young and quite handsome to look at. He had the same hair that Peter had now, just long enough to cover roughly half of his forehead when it was shaggy, the color was nearly black and his eyes we

"So much, once we were kids and now, we are the parents. Time flies really fast." "True. Time is the best solution to everything." Peter replied instead of anyone else. "Things change and you don't even know when things get yours and you get what is for you." Everyone in the room can tell what Peter is talking about. "Catlin must be so happy today." Alex hugged him and kissed his both cheeks. "You all have grown so much." "Yeah, I'm going to get moved. I feel a bit upset about it." Peter said looking at all the people who became his family in past 10 years.

But Peter never cared for the domestic politics of the pack; he had handed off the local business and ventured across the sea to build his own global empire. High Alpha Magnus shot Ethan a knowing look. "Are you worried Peter will finally put a leash on you now that he’s back from the North?" Peter was thirty-three—prime age for an Alpha, but he carried a serious, ancient aura. Back when Ethan was seventeen, he had snuck out with Lila for a joyride in an Alpha vehicle. Peter had caught them and nearly had Ethan’s rank stripped for the recklessness. Ethan had lived with a twinge of fear toward his uncle ever since.