Peter Pan Grows Up Novels & Stories

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

“I think we have a plan, one that will work in capturing them by using Charles and hopefully end all this.” I woke up to her singing one of Papa’s old songs that he would blare out in his garden, as she fed our pup. It’s been a fast couple of weeks, and he has grown so much already, werewolves tend to grow quicker, but I didn’t expect just how big he’s already gotten. He’s already holding his head up and pats his Mommy’s boob like he’s grown. I stood over them and shook my head, “dude those are my toys, don’t play with them, you only get to eat from them.” I put my finger out and he grabbed onto it as he suppled from my toy, “you’re cruel little man,” I swear he smiled at me.

My mother says, and my father frowns. "What did Peter do to you? I have noticed that you have changed since you and Peter broke up, and I thought it was just because you were heartbroken. Did he do something to you to hurt you?" My father asks. I see my mom looking worried at me. She did not think before she spoke. We must tell my father the truth, and we have already taught Peter a lesson. We tell my father the whole story, and at first, he is furious and wants to kill Peter and his father. We tell him what we did and that Peter has agreed to go to England to study there, and he will take his father with him. I can see that my father is relaxing.

All his childlike features were gone. They were replaced by a sharp jaw, a two o’clock shadow on his chin, and muscles to his limbs. He was a way talker too. That was over a decade of growth. A decade he had gone missing. A decade that they missed each other. "How are you here?" Regina finally spoke up. Peter pulled back from his father and looked at her. He squinted, studying her face for a while before he smiled, "Regina?" He asked. She nodded, her eyes also wet with tears. He opened his arms.

God. Peanut smiled. Fair. Completely innocent. Reasonable. Completely unaware. God. Then later that evening the house felt different. Fair. Quieter. Reasonable. More thoughtful. God. Because everyone had realized something. Fair. Peanut wasn't a tiny baby anymore. Reasonable honestly. She moved. She explored. She disappeared. God. And that changed everything. Fair. The rules had changed. Reasonable. The easy days were ending. God. Adventure had arrived.

And so the days passed. Peter grew quickly, all cheeks and curls and questions. He was the reason I got out of bed, the reason I smiled, even when I didn’t want to. We spent mornings at the park and afternoons in the library. My mom watched him when I worked small jobs here and there—waitressing, data entry, even a little babysitting. I never stayed too long in one place. It always felt like someone might recognize me, like the past was just one wrong step away from catching up. I started to feel restless, like I’d outgrown the quiet rhythm of our days. Like there was something in me stretching, reaching, aching for more. Not more money, not even more freedom. Just… more of me. Whoever that

It is hard to miss seeing the gap in her teeth, from how big her grin is. It makes me remember the horror in Paul’s face when his tooth that has been shaking for some time now, finally fell off two weeks ago. He had been so scared of losing a part of himself, and the blood had made my stomach growl, but I still had an explanation t give to both Paul and the other fourteen pair of eyes staring at me in fear and surprise. Their fear filled faces changed to become happy ones and Paul’s turned to a proud look, once I explained that it was all a part of growing up. And that it now makes Paul become a Big Boy, like Tom- a smart boy in one of our stories.

I tell him. A small leaf pops through the soil. I can tell he’s already past beginning stuff. “I didn’t think I could do that” Charles gasps. Next, we work on making the seedling grow into a small tree. After hours of work we take a break. “I never believed in things like this before today and now I can make plants grow” he tells me. “Your power is amazing, there’s nothing you won’t be able to do”I tell him. We lay in the grass and two enormous green dragonflies dart past us.

He woke up " What happened?" " You are out in my house, it's safer here." He looked around and suddenly saw Peter's pictures. He grabbed the pictures Peter as a baby Peter as a toddler Yes my baby is so cute and pure He was blonde, his hair color changed as he grows up And the last one, I took it by my phone after I forced him to smile " Peter?" He asked " Yeah." " He is so handsome and cute." He said with so much pain in his voice

“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.