There was a time when the citizens of Storybrooke, Maine believed they would return to their homes, to their regular lives back in another realm. There was a time when Alicia Knights was nothing more than an orphan with a troubled past. There was a time when Regina Mills decided Alicia deserved better than a street rat life. The young girl was thrown into a world of royal balls and fluffy dresses. She became a princess of the Enchanted Forest. But her adventure as a princess was coming to an end. She was to begin her training to become a proper queen. The question was whether she would be the next queen of the Enchanted Forest or Neverland. Both wanted Alicia Knights to sit on their throne. And neither realm refused to go down without a fight. //Peter Pan// ||complete|| \\unedited\\

Cali's life turned upside down when her new next door neighbour Kyle Knight came crashing in to her life. He was possessive, easily jealous and misunderstood. He was sensitive, loving and kind and everything Cali needed in her hectic life. Even when things went rough around the edges, Cali knew she had someone to soften them up; her leather jacket wearing "bad boy" who might not seem that bad after all. •THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS AROUND 13/14 SO DON'T HATE. ONE DAY I WILL REWRITE IT. I STILL HOPE YOU ENJOY. :) •

He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust. Terrifyingly possessive. He had the world, but to him she was his world. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his miraculum.

Charlotte had only ever heard she was normal. When she lands on Neverland, it's no exception. She, like many others, is just another lost one. With one small exception. Peter Pan, is anything but what he's supposed to be. He's rough edges, smirks and chaos. And he's ready to play a game. "We are two people cut from the same cloth. Made from the same flesh and the same bone. We are the same." #20 in OCs, 17/06/18 #15 in peterpan, 12/11/19

[A NEVERLAND TALE] "What are those?" "Earbuds" "What are those...?" "They make it so when I play music only I can hear it" "How" All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2014 | Pinkars

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

{Book 1 of the Weakness Trilogy} "Welcome to New Neverland." "Neverland? You must be off your block, this is Storybrooke." "Not anymore love." ~ Once upon a time, Peter Pan wanted to rule a kingdom. And he succeeded. Once upon a time, Emma the Savior and Regina the Evil Queen managed to get their son back to safety. And they succeeded. Once upon a time, Peter Pan tried to switch bodies with Henry. And he succeeded. Once upon a time, Peter Pan tried to make Storybrooke the new Neverland. And he succeeded. Once upon a time, Peter Pan tried his hardest not to fall in love with Evelina Frost. And he failed. //Peter Pan// ||Completed|| \\Ongoing Editing\\

"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?"

Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man. Just because I am surrounded by violence does not make me someone who responds with aggression as soon as I am threatened. I feel no need to show my dominance to others to validate myself. Any and all past actions can easily be explained as accidental occurrences forced upon me by cause and effect. Cause: The only person to have ever survived one of my attacks happened to be a very powerful woman. Affect: I am now bonded to her. But like everything in this world, something must be taken if something has been given. Even if it was unwanted. Cause: My attack triggered her curse. Affect: I've laid bodies to rest in my search for her. Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man. And yet, the more time I spend with her, the harder it is to convince myself of that.

|HIGHEST RANKING| #4 in Werewolf. #1 in Mate. * "He's dangerous. He's invincible." "He can take on hundreds of werewolves all by himself." "Because of his crebrous sins, he's bound to live alone forever, without a mate." "The moon goddess didn't bless him with a mate as a punishment to his atrocious ways." "Who will even be his mate?" But the moon goddess wasn't unfair and biased. She had indeed blessed the most feared Alpha King with a mate, and she wasn't just a normal she-wolf. WARNING:- This story will contain mature scenes. Enter at your own risk. ***