Peter Pan Aesthetic Novels & Stories

she whispered, "show some manners, Tink!" Tink sneered. Since when did a Peter Pan care about manners! Peter looked around. The room is quite spacious with shades of pink and beige, there is a wooden sword lying on the floor, a music box with a pirate doll that appears suddenly, a replica of a pirate ship, and a dollhouse complete with accessories. This place hasn't changed at all, everything symbolizes Wendy—the gentle and brave girl. Only, this time there were not three beds, but one, and they were very large. Where did Michael and John go? Do they have their room?

He beamed, excited but I wasn't. I couldn't be excited because I knew it was an impossible dream. Pack members didn't hate me because I was ugly. They think of me as a bad luck. Not ugly. However, I didn't want to seize the excitement on Peter’s face so I beamed just like him. “Once I am done with your hair, I will do a little no-makeup look on your face, and boom, a baddie.” He clapped his hands. I watched him from the mirror.

I am not new to this look in men's eyes. He introduced himself as Peter and I don't think God had any hand in making a man like him. It must be the devil because, I swear I haven't seen a beautiful man like him in my entire life. If Rebecca is praising him then you can imagine his beauty. He was wearing formal clothes and I never found someone so sexy in formal attire. I led him inside, it was difficult to carry the huge man but I did and helped with his injuries. Peter did flirt with me but nothing seemed dirty in his words, like he knew the boundaries. No touching and the respectful tone in his voice grabbed my attention more than his beauty.

He had unbuttoned his navy suit jacket, revealing the flawless, custom tailoring of his crisp white shirt, and had opened his silver laptop across the glass vanity surface, right beneath the halo illumination of a massive, glowing ring light. He didn't fit the aesthetic. Finesse was a sanctuary of soft lighting, continuous upbeat pop music loops, gold-leaf accents, and women laughing over weekend gossip. Peter was a lightning storm wrapped in Italian silk. His ocean-blue eyes mapped the room with a cold, predatory cadence, tracking every client walking through the glass doors, every delivery driver bringing supply boxes, every movement of the sheer velvet curtains. His presence was so heavy,

Electric, like it had been pulling us towards each other. What I felt for Professor Cain was nothing but an innocent crush but for Peter…it was attraction. Was I stupid to believe he felt it too? That kind of attraction was something two people felt. But that was ridiculous. There was no way Peter Melton was attracted to me. He was so…hot. And some of the girls were right. He looked like a foreigner. His skin…God, he was gorgeous. Those strikingly gorgeous blue eyes, the detail of his face. I supposed he was what they called a Greek god. I imagined if Zeus or Poseidon were a teenage mortal, they would like him.

(IN THE FACE OF JEALOUSY) “PETER!” Daniela’s voice, calling his name that is enough to send him in glee. “Daniela.” Peter whispers, all mesmerize and in awe to the beauty that incomparable to anyone that the Shrine Maiden had. With the Maiden’s all white dress, white sandals and hair that is like gracefully swaying in the wind from the way she strides and took her steps running towards him. Peter couldn’t help but be fixed into the cloud of glee and wanting that Alliah sees all through and through him.

“I’ve never seen a frat house be so busy.” “This is crazy,” Tiff exclaimed. The driver opened the door for us, and we hopped out. Almost immediately, I saw Peter coming towards us. He was dressed in a pair of baby-blue bellbottom pants with a paisley dress shirt. “OMG! Peter,” I laughed, “The afro wig!” “I’m damn sexy, eh?” Peter patted his afro. “Yes, baby. You are one sexy beast,” Tiff declared as she hugged and kissed him.

Both men laughed, and Alex told Oscar to watch his back better. They had left when I noticed Peter and that girl. They were still together. She leaned into Peter’s chest, smiling at him as if he hung the moon. My stomach twisted painfully, and I gripped my glass tighter. My mind unconsciously started a comparison. The girl was beautiful, quite alright. I glanced down at myself. My dress was simple, even though it was expensive. My makeup was subtle. I didn’t have the kind of angelic beauty the girl exuded. My beauty was like a fairy dragon. I wasn’t fragile or a delicate flower. She probably knew how to cook and giggle politely at everything Peter said. Meanwhile, I was always fond of rollin

Forget it, her psyche isn't even that strong yet, it's fine to pretend that she didn't hear anything. Peter took off his suit jacket, rolled it up and stuffed it in his backpack, this afternoon a group of leaders came to visit the kindergarten, last night Peter told Ken, so these two children immediately gathered in a corner whispering loud and small. In the end, the two kids decided to wear costumes, when our Peter wore the costume, he was both cute and handsome, wearing the suit that his father bought for him earlier showed an extraordinary temperament. Cough….if he showed it to his mother, he would definitely say that he had nothing to worry about, these clothes were the clothes Daniel sa

Against the white silk, they looked like a galaxy captured in a spider's web. I stepped back into the living room, my gait hesitant. Peter stood up slowly, his height dominating the space. His Adam’s apple moved as he took me in, his scent shifting from calm cedar to something dark, wild, and hungry. "Stunning," he rasped, the word vibrating with a raw, primal intensity. I instinctively crossed my arms over the diamonds. "Isn't it... excessive? I look like I'm heading to a coronation, not a birthday den."