Peter Pan Retellings Romance Novels & Stories

“There’s companionship, warmth, and a host of other beautiful experience involved too.” “Yeah, I’ll pass.” Paige walks out of the reception with an air of finality around her. She knows Bertha going all “romance advocate” like that can only mean one thing: she’s trying to set her up with someone. Thing is, Bertha has always seen herself as a fairy godmother of romance, especially to Paige. She’s tried countless times, and failed, to set her up with someone; mostly because Paige isn’t even trying.

Peter mumbled as he sucked on her lower lips. Scarlet grew weaker with each second. She felt as though she was spellbounded. She tried pushing him away but instead found herself reciprocating his romantic gestures. She wrapped her hands around his neck, returning the kiss. Peter wrapped one hand on her waist and pulled her closer to himself, he held her face with the other hand, planting gentle kisses on her neck. Scarlet moaned and tightened her grip on him. She knew this was not right and she shouldn't be doing this but she couldn't muster the courage to break off from him.

I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. Slowly, I pushed myself up from the floor, my body trembling with a mix of fear and fury. I knew I had to be careful, that this was a dangerous game my father got us into and made me play. But one thing I know that is certain is that I wasn’t going to let him control me. ************* Meanwhile, across town, Peter wandered aimlessly down the deserted street, his mind plagued by the turmoil of the past few months. His unrequited love for Aurora, the complications with Tiffany, and now Aurora’s sudden departure, it was all too much. He barely noticed the van that pulled up beside him until it was too late.

Cautiously she picked the book up, ‘Rules For Immortals’ She read out loud and sat in the chair opening the first page she began to read and was soon engrossed. In the shadows her Mother watched her eyes soft with love, ‘With eighteen years Your time is come Enchantress rise Thy powers hard won Girl to woman Memories held deep The locket will open No tears to weep The spell now broken All locks are open Find your Beast Beauty Love’s kiss your only duty’

She gives me a goofy smile, her cheeks turning red. “So, your five-year-old daughter is the mastermind behind your romantic gesture?” she teases. “Hey, she’s four. And yes. Ruby has me reading so many fairy tales and all that junk, so she’s always imaginin’ stories of princesses gettin’ rescued by princes,” I grimace at the idea of cliché love tropes. “Ha, well, she will definitely love having Pearl as a babysitter. Pearl is convinced she’s destined for a fairy tale romance too,” Saph laughs.

There was no reaction at all. His eyes still looking at her, he continued. "Before, I never loved anyone. Every girl I met was the same, they were like clones of each other, so I cared little about romance. Then I met you, a cute girl but independent, who courageously raised her younger brother instead of letting him have a life of his own." "I respect you for that. Maybe at first, I wanted someone to take care of me, but I realized that you need someone to care for you more than me. I care about you and I trust you."

She rolled her eyes at me and glanced a Raina who now had a scheming smile on her face. “I’m glad you asked, sister-in-law,” Raina taunted and I did not miss the bashful expression on Sandy’s face. “Well?” I was not in the mood to listen to her nonsense. “Go on.” “Right… Okay, you two need to do away with the friendship between the two of you. Even if you two are alone together, you need to practice your romance. Acting out under the watchful eyes of people will look easy for you but stiff to the onlookers.”

”We should take them back to the kindergarten and settle them down. Peter switched his attention to Erin whom he found looking straight at him, a curious wonder in her lovely, luminous green eyes. Desire hit him hard and fast. Close up to her like this, any lingering doubt about pursuing this woman completely disintegrated. The adrenaline rush in his blood, the tingling in his groin—nothing jaded about these feelings. He wanted her and he was going to have her. “Tell them another story,” he suggested, smiling to push the connection that had to be made.”You’re very good at it. I was listening to you while I ate my lunch. I’m sure you can make any trauma fade away.”

Rose… Rose had been betraying us. But it wasn’t simple. Peter wasn’t just manipulating Rose as a pawn; he had ensnared her heart. I saw it in the way she looked at him, her hesitation, the conflicted longing in her eyes. Despite the danger, despite knowing the right thing to do, she wanted to keep him. She wanted to keep the one man who truly loved her Peter. The realization twisted inside me. Peter had seduced her mind and heart, weaving a web so intricate that even her love for me, for our pack, couldn’t break it.

This means one of us will be eliminated. In front of us, there were five women of different ages. The oldest is Madam Elisa, the mother-in-law of Madam Anna, the owner of this luxury mansion. Sitting next to the two of them were three young ladies, the three wives of Peter, Anna's only son. The three young ladies, Mrs. Lauriel, Mrs. Stella, and Mrs. Luna, are the first, second, and third wives of Peter Curie, respectively. Mrs. Lauriel looks extremely gentle, and always has a friendly smile on her face. While Mrs. Stella has a rather cold appearance, Mrs. Luna has very sharp eyes, and she is also the person we fear the most.