Peter Pan Bed Novels & Stories

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.

I teased and she shot me a glare that made me laugh out before remembering it was about 3am. Next Charlie puth/wiz khalifa – see you again. She sighed and returned to the bed. ‘This one doesn’t tickle your fancy?’ I teased. ‘One more word from you Rodriguez and I will push you out that window to your thorny friends’. I made a zipping motion across my lips ‘You have three options; share the bed, sleep on the floor or go home’. ‘Why can’t you just get me a duvet or something?’ ‘What? Scared I’ll jump you?’

West giddily agreed then they both walked inside the room. West and Peter's room has the same space. West can't help but to scan his sight on Peter's room. Their are so much differences that he found on Peter's room to his. First, the boy's room was clean and organized. The plates, the small TV, the study table and the bed. Second, the trashbin on the side. It looks empty, opposite on his full bin. I'll put it away later. Lastly is his guitar safely placed on top of his bed. This is the first time that he took a sight of the guitar Peter always bring. It's a brown acoustic guitar and when he looked at it longer, he noticed the name Sunny engraved on it.

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.

"Well. We aren't talking about this now. Made my decision and you are to do what I say. Did you get you pyjamas already?" "No. Can't find them anywhere." "Alright. Go pick up the new one from the upper drawer and tomorrow. Your definitely cleaning this mess up. " "Alright." Flung peter back to jane walking close to the black large drawer where he picked a pair of pyjamas. Royal blue with spiderman prints. "Go brush and get into those pyjamas. Thought you were missing that?" Joyed jane at peter who fouled with his eyes laid to the ground heading to the bathroom.

I called out, “Peter.” Peter looked up and he could decipher I had something urgent and he immediately climbed up the staircase. “Yes, Madam,” he asked promptly. “Rearrange my bedroom right now.” I said strictly. Passing a glance at the closed door of the bedroom where Xander was naked, I said, my voice trembling, “I can't sleep in that bedroom. Get me a new room.” Peter got worried and said timidly, “Madam, let me see if I can make any arrangements.”

“We’re really doing this? Shopping for a den?” “The bond requires a shared space, Aria. Unless you prefer sleeping on the floor of my study?” I felt a flush creep up my neck. “Fine. But I’m not picking out silk curtains while my life is falling apart.” “We’ll start with the basics,” he said, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. “A bed. A wolf’s den is nothing without a place to rest.” The interior design center on the fifth floor of the Manchester Gate was nearly empty. Peter walked with a silent, predatory grace that made the shop assistants stop in their tracks. He didn't look like a High Alpha right now; he looked like a dangerous man on a casual stroll.

I was stunned by the look of the room; there was a wide window that revealed those gigantic mountains I saw, the colorful sky, and the pink-colored bed looked cozy with its covers. “Here's your room,” Peter said with a smile. “What! This… for me? How did you do this so quickly?” I spoke, shocked. “Yes, I messaged the head maid beforehand to prepare this room.” Peter spoke, “Make yourself comfortable, I will come for you during dinner. I want you to meet my family.” he placed his palm on my cheeks before leaving me. Wow, I have never had a room all to myself before, even while I was with my late mum; we slept together on the same bed.

Chapter One -PRISCA- I stormed into the bedroom, a red damp lace panties balled up tight in my fist. It had that cheap sweet perfume on them that definitely wasn’t mine. Peter was sprawled across our king-sized bed, snoring loud with his mouth hanging open, one leg thrown over the duvet like he owned the whole damn world. The sight of him lying there made my stomach twist with pure disgust. I walked straight to the bed and shook his shoulder hard.

The walls were painted a soft, calming shade, decorated with framed drawings—crayon scribbles and finger paintings that had clearly been deemed worthy of display. The bed sat against one wall, low and sturdy, dressed in a Spider-Man bedspread. A matching pillow lay slightly askew, as if it had been tossed aside during an enthusiastic morning escape. “I sleep here,” Alex said proudly, patting the bed. “I ask mommy for Spider-Man bed spread. She said okay.” “I see,” I said, my throat tightening for reasons I didn’t immediately examine. “Looks comfortable.” He nodded solemnly. “Is very comfy.” He moved on quickly, tugging me toward a small bookshelf against the wall. It was filled with children