A story of the daughter of Captain Hook and Peter Pan. Can you escape Neverland or fall in love with the very person who is keeping you trapped on the island.
A small part of the story!!!!
I was pinned to his bloody thinking tree!!! The vines were...
Adrian did not wish to see (y/n) for about a week and it was odd because when he came back to the camp the night he was quiet but in the morning he could not stop talking about (y/n) and how beautiful she was also that she would be good in a fight because (y/n) attacked Adrain when he went to give her food.
Many lost boys wanted to meet (y/n) more than ever and it was hard to keep them from asking questions about her to me and Adrian because we were the only ones who knew her but like all things the buzz died down and Adrian just stopped seeing and talking about (y/n) like as if he had lost all interest in (y/n).
~Time skip brought by the shadows that haunts the island ~
"Felix were is Adrian?"
Felix looked at me confused
"Felix where is he?!"
There was anger in my voice and anger spread through out my entire body.
"Never mind I know where he is!!"
I teleported to (y/n's) little treehouse and there Adrian was sitting on the bed not having a care in the world
"You little trader you broke one of the rules!"
"Adrian is everything ok??"
I looked up to (y/n) standing there in a new outfit made from old cloth and leather she also had a new mask made out of old metal and paint with what lookled like glitter. She was beautiful and my dieing heart pumped faster for she had made my heart skip a beat.
(A/n:This is what your new outfit looks like and if you don't know this style it is steampunk the mask is also steampunk minus the gun and the glasses the sword and daggers are at the bottom of the chapter.)
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She looked like lost boy without a cloak her (h/c) hair was tied up in a high ponytail and her lips were blood red. I was standing there with my mouth slightly open for she took my breath away. Then I realized she was glaring at me and I took a step back to respect her space and her feelings toward me.
