Peter Pan X Wendy Novels & Stories

he asked her. She smiled. “I’ll explain later. Just enjoy the game.” Mysterious little wench. He’d make her pay later when he had her alone. The rest of the game followed a similar pattern. Wendy seemed to know every damn person on the team. He began to have uncomfortable thoughts, like whether or not Wendy was involved with James Parker. It would certainly explain how she’d been able to get him to agree to the endorsement deal.

Their leader, Wendy Savage, was already screaming herself hoarse. “That’s my big brother!” Wendy yelled, jumping so hard her blue ponytail whipped wildly behind her. “That’s my brother! Did you see that strike?!” The girls around her laughed and screamed louder, feeding off her excitement. Wendy was impossible to miss. Nineteen years old, electric blue hair styled into a high ponytail, glitter dusted across her cheeks. She was beautiful in a bold, fearless way. She clutched her pom-poms to her chest, eyes shining.

He kisses my shoulder and stands, sliding out of me. “You know I wouldn’t be calling you if it wasn’t,” I hear Quirin say. I crawl onto the bed while Henry turns and sits beside me. I move behind him, wrapping my arms around him while I listen in, making sure nothing is wrong in our pack. “Do you know an Alpha Peter, Henry?” Henry growls. “Peter Moore? Patrick’s younger brother?” he asks, looking at me. “I just got off the phone with Wendy and Hacker. Apparently, Peter is the one who was planning to buy Piper.”

I wanted to reach out and tuck his strands behind his ear and then trace his scar but then I suppressed the urge remembering I am supposed to hate him and instead tightened my hand around the sword and the other trying to pull the dress over my knees. "Hi." I waved at him with a smile. "Hi too." He didn't return my smile. "I am Peter pan." I blurted. I had no idea where that came from but I hoped it will throw him off and make me think that I wasn't Amara which was really stupid, how the hell do I come up with these horrid thoughts? "And I am wendy." His genuine tone was unmatched, what a liar! He looked nothing like wendy!

Lucy continued, "Annie's been targeting me lately, and I've had enough. Renee's got Ms. Xander's favor now, and she's in my way too. Since we share the same enemies, why not team up?" "With Annie and Renee gone, it'll be easier for you to get close to Mr. Grey. All I want is a stable job. Isn't that a fair deal?" "Wendy, don't tell me you actually want to be Annie's lapdog forever." The word "lapdog" struck a nerve, and Wendy's face contorted with anger. "Shut up! Get lost!" Lucy gave an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, maybe I misjudged you. But next time, don't expect an invitation to a birthday party. It'll be a wedding invitation—delivered personally by Mr. Grey."

Just then, my phone rang—it was Wendy. I answered, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder. “Morning, Wendy.” “Hey, I was really craving your pancakes this morning.” “I don’t have time today. I’ll make sure to bring you some tomorrow.” “Hey, listen,” Wendy said, her tone turning serious. Whenever she spoke like that, it usually meant she was about to hype me up with some exaggerated compliments. I pretended not to know, playing along with a simple “Yeah?” “Yesterday, when Mrs. Walker visited my family, she hinted at a possible marriage alliance.”

Wendy whispered, "Terry, Daddy's still sleeping in. Let's go wake him up." Terry nodded, grinning like a mischievous kitten. "Okay, Mommy." With a raised brow, Wendy pulled out a delicate feather pen from behind her and gently tickled my nose, one swipe, then another, until I couldn't hold back a sneeze. Annoyed, I sat up and grabbed a pillow to throw at her. "Wendy!" She quickly pulled Terry in front of her like a shield. "Terry, help me stop Daddy!"

Rahul is unable to creep into my head and make me crazy at the thoughts of him. So I must rephrase: the best way to tackle multiple triggered feelings alarms is to follow the one who can take your heart and occupy your head. One who is capable of keeping you awake without resolution. One you act without control for, one who makes you abandon your friends just to see him, and one who can give you fatigue and a fever. I left the classroom, ignoring Wendy and Park’s discussion of how Peter Waldeen had saved Wendy from licking his father’s feet. The news of the billionaire calling to keep Wendy’s boyfriend hit the school like an asteroid. Not only was Wendy smiling from lips to ears, but Park wa

Maybe pour her drink in her food… Or preferably, my saliva. “Man!” Peter and Pan scream my name. Jeez. I jerk and turn in their direction. They are casually dressed in ripped shorts, Balenciaga boots, and designer tops. Their hair is roughened into spikes. “You disappeared on us, man.” Peter smacks my shoulder. I sigh and continue munching on my peanut butter cookies. “At least he showed up with the best invitation ever.” He stamps a card on the table. I had shared with my favorites earlier and of course, I slipped theirs in their lockers.

the lost boy stopped when he realized he was getting carried off. "Do you want to see the Pixies instead?" Smoothly changing the subject, he plastered a grin. "Will Tinker Bell be—" "When Peter returned to take Jane, Tinker Bell was nowhere. His fairy died the year after Wendy and her brothers went home and Peter forgot about her." He stopped to look at the frozen girl. "Just so you know."