"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"

“People want to kill you. You aren’t even afraid they will?” “You can’t kill something that’s already dead.” - an ouat panfic -

There is one thief in the enchanted forest that everyone knows by name. He is scary and powerful. And just when you think you've outsmarted him, he's already 10 steps ahead. No one knows where he lives, and if they did, they wouldn't say anything. Because this person is a monster. And he will kill anyone who gets in his way. His name, is Peter Pan. (FYI I am re writing some of the things in this book so it flows better. Thanks ~Once_kay_)

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His hair is a mess and his smile is blinding and I remember thinking to myself as his lips graze over mine: "oh shit."

You've all heard of the second star to the right, right? What if I told you there was a place similar to it; the second star to the left? Would you believe there was a place full of pirates, naiads, trolls and cowboys? In addition to all that Lost Girls. If you don't, listen to me, Maya Nap leader of the Lost Girls and how we came to be and saved the island with a little help from Peter Pan.