Peter Pan Retellings Romance Novels & Stories

Watching Peter, Franco kissed him. “We’re a mess. She’s a hard nut to crack, and I made a mistake. But it wasn’t anything we can’t fix.” “Peter’s a mess already. I’m sorry, hon.” Peter’s pants were open now, and he rubbed himself. “She’s got a magnificent temper. All I wanted to do was take her and please her until she was no longer angry.” His eyes were closed and his face grimaced in tortured need as he breathed in her scent. “I’ll help you with that. See Benedict, you need to fix this so we can bring her into the pack fully.” Franco knelt before Peter and moved Peter’s hands from his lap.

Kam sighed. “Peter Pan is a fairy tale because it follows the basic rules of fairy tale classification: It is timeless, mostly placeless, and involves some form of magic.” Kam nodded, and looked at Kimi. “Rebuttal?” These guys really need to get a life. They’re arguing about a Disney movie. “Peter Pan may be timeless, but it begins in London then moves to Neverland. Therefore, it is not placeless. It also was written post nineteen hundred, and can not be eligible for classification of fairytale,” Kimi argued. I was convinced.

"But I didn't hurt them, Tara. They know how I deal with flings after I am done with them. They know that they doesn't last but why are they still hoping for me to love them?" His ears quickly becomes red. He is fumming mad right now. "That does count as hurting, Peter. You should never play woman's heart if you never intended of loving them." "I am sorry then... But please," he looked into my eyes. "I want you back in my life, Tara." "You are already with Cindy, Peter," I said. He should have known that he just made her as his girlfriend. Cindy can be kind but when you give her hope she will think of it as a gift for a change that you will love her.

Never. My lead attorney was planning to retire soon and I already had a name for the position. “Peter likes to party a lot?” I asked, playing absentmindedly with her hair. “Peter? God no. As exuberant as he can be, he’s actually shy. I think none of his relationships have ever worked because he’s never let go.” Hmm, were there homosexuals in The Eden? I should ask Jeff about it. Because if Vivienne found love by coming here, maybe Peter got the same luck.

I wouldn’t have needed a rescue. “Terry destroyed the pendant necklace,” I said. “We’ll get you another one.” I didn’t want another one. I wanted the ability to defend myself. “I miss my wolf.” “Maybe…” Nicholas sighed. “I’m not sure but maybe there’s a way we can get it back.” I shot upright in bed, and turned to face him. “You think so? How?” Nicholas seemed thoughtful. “If magic exists that can remove it, then there should be magic that can put it back.” His expression hardened. “If that magic exists, we will find it. I won’t rest until your wolf is returned to you, Piper.”

Roxanne was growing impatient to learn anything that had to do with the alpha her heart had finally settled on. "Pandora attempted to seduce me. She even approached Ellen." Roxanne fell silent at that revelation. Theoden took her hand, sharing a lengthy story of Pandora Braddock's advances and how she had fooled around with Ellen before attempting the same with him. Roxanne became increasingly absorbed in the narrative, her heart and mind torn. Theoden did everything in his power to make her believe him. Feeling bitter and deceived, Roxanne volunteered to help her brother exact revenge on Pandora for the humiliation she had suffered.

Excitement flooded me. “No,” he said. “Stay right where you are.” He set some of the ropes in the small of my back as if I were a table. He ran his hand up my thigh and felt me up. I was wet. He caressed my ass. “You know how I like this cute butt of yours…and I know how you like it doggie-style. Just spread your legs for me. Now.” My eyes fluttered closed and a hot, soft, aroused sound escaped from my lips. That sort of thing was all that Peter had to say to make me lose control, and he knew it.

Something startling crosses his gaze, but the Lycan does not tear it from me. “Alba? Is everything okay?” Peter’s voice cuts through the thick need I held to melt into his majesty, but before I can turn away for a second time, his voice, clear and condescending, speaks. “You ran away from Ketria to dress like this and entertain men?” “I did not run away; the old king gave me permission to leave.” “Alba?” Peter calls again. The position we are in, the Lycan’s hand on my chin and his obvious fury at my romantic life spark some conclusions in Peter.

Placing my food down I lean back. He finishes his dinner and lays his head in my lap closing his eyes, “Tell me a story my Firefly.” I run my fingers through his hair thinking. “Growing up one of my favorite stories was Peter Pan. I loved how he was so free to be himselfs and roam free. Living in a magical place called Neverland. As much as I loved my family and pack I spent a lot of my life hidden. Half-breeds weren’t as common there and a Fae wasn’t even heard of. Out of fear I was kept hidden away, my father couldn’t risk the Grey Lake pack finding out who I was and that I was still alive. So I spent my life in the garden and with my nose always in a book.” I sigh, looking up at the sky,

committee. She must be here with Prince Lancelot, Alphonsus thought. But he wondered why she was out here, while Lancelot was inside with his very... gleeful sister. "Do you believe in fairies?" He asked, when she had looked away from him. Roxanne was faintly puzzled by the question, but he had been sweetly polite to her, the least she could do was chuckle lightly. "Sure, if you're Peter Pan." She replied, flashing him a wink.