Peter Pan Retellings Dark Romance Novels & Stories

Olivia and Matteo’s story is almost coming to an end, and these other nuts have problems that would need 50 more chapters to resolve; it is already hard enough to trust a man who has an affair on his wife, but add on to that he is still grieving for his mistress and as a cherry on top, the woman he is interested in witnessed him murder his own wife? That’s a tough cookie. ¯\(°_o)/¯ Isn't that just dark romance, though? Hehe… (✿◡‿◡) Well, you know me; I love angst and red-flag male leads, so challenge accepted! I can’t write 50 bonus chapters, but I can add their story as a book two after Matteo x Olivia’s romance is completed. So if you would like to read their dark romance, which will conta

"Holy shit." “Happy birthday, Baby.” Bronx gives me a quick kiss on the forehead, then backs away and looks around. Nothing happens to indicate Aphrodite will try to interfere. “Peter says now that you’ve completed your quest to protect the Menae, it won't grow anymore. You can take the book home or you can destroy it. It’s up to you.” “Hold up. Wait. Wait. Wait just a second.” I sit on the edge of a chair that is pulled away from the table and tilt my head at Pan. “You've been calling yourself Peter Payne and no one has ever called you out on that crap?”

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

I hid the somewhat entertained grin that threatened to appear by being somewhat impressed by Julia's tricks, "That witch did a good job hiding the girl's energy. Keep searching. Don't stop until every rogue is watching for her and she's found." Peter nervously cleared his throat, "Pardon me for asking, Sir. But why the hurry? There wasn't nearly this much pressure the first time around." I finally took my eyes off of the flames and souls to look Peter in his crisp teal eyes. The first time around, back when she was a baby, he almost had her. He infiltrated the Gypsy Moon pack with ease, but we underestimated the ranking members and what they were willing to sacrifice to keep the child from m

Shaking her head, Cleo said, “No one has ever said no, Madison. Most girls vie for his attention, and a good portion of them are saddened to be sent home after a night with him.” With a sigh, she released Cleo, returning the shears to the counter. “I don’t want to sleep with someone I don’t even know. He could be old and ugly.” Cleo grinned, acting as if she hadn’t just been at the business end of the shears. “Honey, Tiernan is anything but. Not only that, he’s also gifted.” Madison tilted her head. “What do you mean?” A sparkle appeared in Cleo’s eyes. “Gifted, honey.” She held out her hands several inches apart. “Very gifted. Blessed, really.”

“I know you’re a smart girl. I know you have big dreams. I don’t want you to have to give up everything because of this bullshit. I’m going to end this nightmare for you, baby. I promise.” I withdrew myself from his body, staring up at his face. “I’m the Grim fucking Reaper, baby. I’m not going to try and deny it.” He let out a low chuckle. “If you ended up with me, it would just be like that damn fairytale. You being the Beauty… And me being the Beast.” I couldn’t help but to let out a low giggle. Being around him made me happy. Filled my heart with a contentment that I couldn’t explain.

“He only kisses me when he’s drunk. Otherwise, I’m just a shadow to him.” The words punched me in the gut. It was like reading my own thoughts. Page after page was filled with confessions. Pain. Craving. Punishment. There was obsession written between every line, both hers and his. And it was Caelum. She called him C. It was always C. I read until my eyes burned. Until my legs went numb. Until I felt like I knew her—or maybe I was her. Reborn. Replaced. What the hell happened to her?

Intriguing and suspense-filled. For more tales of dark romance fantasy, don't miss out on my other works: THE ALPHA'S THIRD MISTRESS under the author name BEST WRITES. MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEPBROTHER - A forbidden romance book. Follow Best Writes and Velvet Desires for more journies into the darker side of desire and dominance. Thank you for joining me on this adventure. Your next escape into fantasy awaits! Hoping to see you as we embark on another beautiful journey together.

😂❤️ I’ve decided to make the chapters in each collection longer so you can spend more time with the characters, experience the tension, get more steamy moments, uncover the secrets, and really get lost inside every story. So please… keep your toes up! 👀😂🔥 Because I may have added a few twists here and there that you definitely weren’t expecting. 😏🌚🖤 Just when you think you understand what is happening… I might turn everything upside down. 👀💀 I want Dark Tales of Midnight to be the kind of book that makes you say, “Okay, just one more chapter…” and then suddenly realize it’s 2 a.m. 😂😭🌙

"What have I done? I've introduced you to something far more dangerous." For a kid's worst nightmare was to grow up and Mrs. Gutenberg knows Amorivia was way too in love with Peter Pan and his promised Neverland. Amorivia would never want to grow up just like how Peter thought he doesn't. Mrs. Gutenberg kissed Amorivia's forehead and then went to Harriett to do the same. She turned on their night lights for she herself was afraid that such Peter Pan might really come if she puts it off. "Goodnight my lovely ones." With that said she closes the door and left.