Peter Pan Bed Novels & Stories

he said, pushing it open. A soft pastel-colored room came into view. A large crib where both girls could sleep together, a cozy rocking chair, and tons of toys decorated the room. "Peter… this is… it's… it's beautiful," Celeste said, her eyes filling with tears.

"Like Alexander said, he's a decent guy." We finished packing up the move and went to Alexander's house. When we arrived, Jorge greeted us and approached Peter with teary eyes, amazed by the resemblance between Peter and Alexander. When I reached what would be Peter's room, I was impressed. It was perfectly arranged, with a small bed, a dresser, an armchair, a little table with chairs, and various toys. Alexander's eyes sparkled. "These were things from my childhood room. My mother kept everything and said that one day her grandson would spend nights in her house, in the bed that was mine," Alexander said emotionally, remembering his mother.

I replied. She smiled back at us and then walked out of the room. "Okay bring it in boys." Shane yelled out after her, and as soon as sierra walked out of the room, peter and the rest of the bodyguards walked in with our suitcases and bags. I walked towards the double doors and pulled them open and a small gasp left my lips as soon as my eyes landed on the big king sized bed in the middle, covered with a red comforter and piled up with white pillows. I also noticed the two white nightstands on the side of the bed and the vanity table across the room. A walk in bathroom and another TV set located from across the bed.

Peter entered into the room, holding the door to usher her in. As Roxanne entered, her eyes danced around the room. White polished walls and a big window, the bed sat in the middle of the room, extremely large and held six pillows. Beside it where two lampstands. She appreciated the floor to ceiling wardrobe and the luxurious dressing mirror. Although, she wondered how she ought to get to the top of it. "This is where you'll be staying until we find you a place. Which would be soon, I assure you." Roxanne laughed, she found Peter to be extremely pleasing.

He was doing all of this for her, and all she could see was nobody was babying her. Peter ran his hand through his hair, mentally reminding himself that he needed to get it cut, then took his bottle and walked into the bedroom. Like the living room, there were boxes everywhere with only the bed free for sleeping. He moved into the bathroom and flipped on the light then set his drink on the counter and turned on the shower. He was more determined now to go to dinner with Creighton then he had been a little while ago. He needed the night off, and he had a deep desire to get drunk. Not necessarily in that order.

“She’ll know, but she can’t do it herself. She’ll need Pan’s help. He can create direct portals that bypass the Beyond.” “So what you’re saying is Peter Pan can take us straight to Neverland?” I smirk at him. “Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning.” He stands up and winks. “Take her food and take her to bed. I’ll give you two privacy until it’s time for you to leave. Even after all these years, she still has trouble finding balance, doesn’t she?” “I think that’s an understatement.” I look down and see a tray of pastries with glasses of juice and milk. There’s even a banana. One of Kas’s favorites.

She was quite a rough rider. *** Snooping around Mr. Peter's house was work, and Detective Flynn immersed himself in it carefully and totally so that he had no time to think about Coco or getting caught. He searched the kitchen, living room, then went into all the rooms, one after the other. First he was in Brandy's bedroom, then Carey's, he didn't find anything there, expect clothes, bags and make up scattered across the room. Mr. Peter's bedroom was locked. He moved to the next room and it was Pearl's. The neatness of Pearl's bedroom surprised him. Everything was well arranged and beautiful.

I needed to assess the perimeter. I threw off the heavy duvet and slid my feet out of bed. My duffel bag was sitting perfectly on a minimalist luggage rack in the corner, unopened. I hadn't even changed out of the oversized t-shirt I’d been wearing when Peter rescued me, though someone—presumably Peter—had neatly placed a pair of plush, gray, impossibly soft slippers on the floor next to the bed. They were easily three sizes too big for me, but they were warm, so I slid my feet into them and shuffled toward the door.

I mumbled to myself. Two clicks later, the door creaked open. Peter’s room was... plain. Bland beige walls, cheap wooden furniture, messy twin bed, and a mini fridge humming in the corner. A single lamp glowed weakly in the corner, illuminating piles of laundry and empty energy drink cans. His laptop was gone,probably taken with him,but there were books, wires, and random junk scattered across the desk. There was nothing out of the ordinary. We stepped inside quietly and closed the door behind us.

Princess got in and ignored us as he walked to his plush doggie bed under the mantle. "That dog of yours is such a diva isn't he?" Leland laughed, telling me that Princess is a sassy pug and I haven't seen anything yet. "Come on, it's almost bedtime and I'm not getting any younger." He was downplaying it, he didn't look a day over forty, probably early forty. Leland tugged my hand and I followed him upstairs in the direction of his bedroom.