Peter Pan X Wendy Novels & Stories

The campus madonna told my childhood friend that she loved Jackie Chan movies. He tied my arms and legs to four gigantic drones. Monday came by. Right in front of the whole school, the drones hauled me up three hundred feet into the air. The students' laughter was so thunderous, the skies shook. The videos they took went viral. I remained in the air until the drones ran out of battery and flew back down. My childhood friend untied me, grinning like he'd just pulled a harmless prank. "Wendy loves Jackie Chan, so I thought you should give her a little Police Story show. We've been friends our whole lives. You don't mind, do you?" I crumpled to the ground. Wendy Wood was leaning against my childhood friend's chest, and she was laughing so much, tears rolled down her cheeks. "You call that Jackie Chan? She just wet herself!" And she cackled further. I walked off and never came back. That drove my childhood friend mad. "We've been friends forever! You're overreacting!"

Just because my wolf mom scratched Ava Shaw's favorite dress, Noah Potter called a butcher. He punished her seriously. I found her dying body and screamed at him. "I told you before—I was raised by wolves. What you did to her is no different from killing my mother!" Noah stayed cold. He covered Ava's eyes and stared at me. "You are just a stray kid my stepmom picked up. Stop trying to fool me." My wolf mom was still bleeding as she dragged herself toward me. I crawled to her and held her tight. "I stayed here to repay Noah's family for helping the wolf pack. You chased me for miles because you could not let me go. I never thought I would end up hurting you instead." That night, I held my wolf mom and knelt in front of Aunt Wendy's memorial. "Aunt Wendy, the Potters' Zoo are everywhere now. They do not need my gift anymore. I should leave."

Seven years ago, Chloe Quinn vanished without a trace—leaving behind her name, her past, and the man who shattered her heart. Now she lives as Naomi Wells, a single mother whose only priority is her six-year-old daughter, Sophie. Her quiet world is built on secrets and survival—until one rainy afternoon at Cedars-Sinai Hospital brings her face-to-face with Dr. Peter Hayes, the man she once loved and the father Sophie has never met. He doesn’t recognize her. But she remembers everything—the laughter, the betrayal, the night his careless words destroyed her. As Peter begins to suspect the truth, old wounds reopen, and long-buried emotions resurface. The chemistry between them still burns, but so does the pain. Naomi must decide whether to keep protecting the fragile life she’s built—or face the man who unknowingly holds both her past and her future.

After a year of marriage, Erin Lane’s husband has still never laid a hand on her. However, she finds out that he goes to another woman constantly. Enraged, she insists on divorce, splitting their assets and causing a huge fuss. She would get out of this marriage with her dignity intact! However, Erin ends up sleeping with another man. Worse, this man was the company president that everyone calls a pervert! Erin ends up out of the frying pan but into the fire. Now, it’s up to her own will to determine where her fate leads.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire! You would think with the root word "fair" in fairies would deem the creatures sweet and gentle. Right? Fuck no! I died in Ancient Pompeii's catastrophic demise along with my lover Brixtius, and I was once again tossed through time. This time I land in Medieval Europe, and like my previous two adventures, I run into my dead lovers' look-alike descendant. Except now, he's a Duke and a formidable warrior. And me? The fairies dressed me as a boy, and I somehow have to survive this chivalric world! Why me?! *This book can be read as a stand-alone. The story is full of erotic imagery and explicit content.*

Eleni Dakis can't seem to catch a break. Her deadbeat father kills himself leaving her in debt, and her mother who hates her, abondons her to the mercy of the sadistic Makris brothers. She flees to New York hoping for a fresh start but it's a case of, from the frying pan into the fire, as she falls into the hands of the Romano family. Niccolo Romano is handsome, ruthless, brutal and deadly and now has his eye on Eleni. As her past threatens her future, will Niccolo be the protector she desperately needs? or her undoing? Trigger Warning: It's a Mafia story so expect some violence, bad language, and assault, but I promise not to overdo it.

Failed writer Ivana Prute signs a contract to be Billionaire and s*x addict Kyl's mistress and to write his memior, she is desperate for the paycheck but unprepared for the man; controlling and possessive CEO

A love life so bland she compared it to cream of wheat. When she thought it couldn't get worse, she died? She woke up in what she thought was heaven, but Saint Peter was nowhere to be found. Can this new world turn her bowl of cream of wheat into an Ice Cream Sundae? Or she was destined to become a lonely old cat lady.

From the frying pan and direct into the raging fire - that sure is Ellie's situation, and everything starts on the most awaited night of her twentieth birthday. She suffers the betrayal of her life, leaving her shattered and broken, and with no hope nor energy to fight her impending fate. For a moment, succumbing to the absurdity of her arranged marriage that she never at any point of her life considered giving a chance, now seems to be the only option. But that is until a crazy idea crosses her mind. Why not just run away from all these madness? Does she have the courage to defy her father for the first time? What transpires when subsequently fate aligns her with the man she loathes the most -her fiance?

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.