Peter Pan X Wendy Novels & Stories

I put on my best blue suit and step out of the room. The aroma of pancakes is hanging in the air when I walk into the kitchen. Wendy makes the best pancakes. She understands that the shortest way to a man's heart is through food. And some nice blowjobs. But mostly, FOOD. She's wearing my white shirt and nothing underneath. I grab her àss and kiss her soft lips. I like how short and petite she is. She makes me feel like a man. "Love the suit." She says. "Can't wait for you to take it off."

“No! We Can't go without her. She was the one who brought me up, Papa please we have to take her… “ “No one is at the Mansion, please Papa. Please. Please..” She pleaded, manipulating him to the core by her blood, innocence and so-called love. Wendy surely knows how to use her manipulation skills and with her inexplicable innocence. “Please…” She whispered, giving him puppy eyes which convinced him instantly. “ You guys stay here, I will be back.” Ravel ordered, helping to cover Wendy’s wounds and giving her his shirt to cover her torn clothes. “You stay here.” Ravel smiled, patting her head.

“He’s definitely not in there.” Wendy’s lips curled in irritation. She hated that I had said it aloud, hated that Lydia might now guess what she had been up to. If Alpha Gregory ever heard she had gone to Zane’s room, she’d be the one in trouble. “Who do you think you are?” Wendy hissed. “You came to me. Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” I shot back. “This is Lydia Redfield, the future Luna of the Stonebrook pack.” Wendy lifted her chin proudly, gesturing at Lydia.

Wendy looked to the Queen in question and she smiled and nodded her head in agreement. "The Queen?" Peter asked and looked over and Malinda who smiled and curtseyed once again and bowed her head to the young boy. He was momentarily in shock and then he bowed deeply at the waist to her before his mother told him it was time to go. Peter recalled looking back at the women as he made his way to tell his father that he was going to be studying flowers with the queen, the two women seemed to be in polite conversation for a minute before Wendy bowed to the Queen and took her leave to join Theodore and Peter again in the garden before heading home.

"Why are you looking for Albert?" "Can't I ask him for an autograph?" Wendy asked as she rolled her eyes. Rex's large palm grabbed Wendy's head and sealed it with his lips. His strength increased, and Wendy groaned in pain. She pressed her hands against his chest and said shyly, "Please be gentle." A flick landed on Wendy's forehead, and Rex said sternly, "Will you remember if I'm a little gentler? You've become so bold that you dare to go look for him on your own?"

Zara stood with her friends who are busy flirting with youngsters. Wendy was being courted by an advertising agency manager. He liked her when they met him at a shopping mall. He is there to buy clothes for his parents and they both happened to like same dress for their mother’s. He compromised and let her buy that’s how they met. From then they exchanged their numbers and chatted. Today he was invited to the party and they were like long lost lovers who couldn’t stay apart for a second. On the other side Peter was boiling with rage watching Wendy talking to someone who is younger than him.

“You weren’t joking, were you? You really think Aria isn’t good enough and that Wendy is?” Rachel glared at him. “And what if I do? What’s it to you?” Her defiance only confirmed what Peter already suspected. She wasn’t just speaking out of temper—she believed this nonsense. He stared at her for a long moment, then said, voice edged with disbelief, “Maybe you’ve been out of touch with this circle too long, but do you have any idea how much trouble Wendy’s caused?” He didn’t wait for her to answer.

I placed them on the countertop and sat beside her, dipping my index finger and licking the icing. “You had your cake and your hotdog, so now, tell me, what’s with Disney?” I needed to understand. If we need to go to Disneyland tomorrow, I will have Samantha arrange our flight tonight. “It’s the magic, Blake. It’s like my dull life becomes colorful,” Her eyes twinkled. “It has spells, powers, curses... princesses,” Tara now drifted away like she was in a dream. I looked at her as she answered, smiling. “Did you know that Peter Pan was my first love?” She giggled. “I wish I were Wendy, and I would love to live in Neverland with him,” She smiled again, taking another cake in her mouth. “I once

Sasha cried in my arms for a long time. My heart ached as I gently patted her shoulder. "Don't cry, Sasha. I didn't expect to drag you into this. I'm sorry, I was too lonely and scared." "Nonsense!" Sasha wiped her tears. "You should've told me a long time ago. My dear Wendy, just how much have you suffered?" She encircled my wrist with her fingers and said, "Look at how thin you've become. Would Luke even have noticed if you didn't tell him?"

"We can all kill some time with her while our Master's are fucking Evelyn." "How old are you?" Jerry asked. "I just turned nineteen last month," Wendy replied, shyly, trying not to stare at Jerry's obvious prick. "Have you ever had sex before?" Chen asked. "Kissing, petting, with boys mostly, though I did kiss a girl once." "When you say petting, how far did that extend?" Wendy blushed, hard to see from her complexion, but the attitude was clear. "The boy had my bra off and was sucking on my nipples while he rubbed my pussy through my jeans," she whispered, eyes downcast.