The Neverland Princess (a Peter Pan fanfic)
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  • Reads 3,440
  • Votes 141
  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 21m
Ongoing, First published Mar 01, 2015
In the year 1756, Princess Lillian, 17 years of age, is told about her arranged marriage that was made to unite her kingdom, Navarre, and a neighboring kingdom. She is absolutely against the idea, and tries to find a way out as soon as possible. That's when everything changes. She finds her self being lulled by the alluring silence of a shadow, who takes her hand and flies her to a place she's never been to before. She soon meets a devilishly handsome young man named Peter Pan. Little does she know, that even though he doesn't seem like it, this Peter Pan could be the answer to all her problems. 

This is not the same story line as the Once Upon A Time show! I love that show, but I wanted something different.  So, people from the show will play certain characters in this book, but it'll be a different story (No savior. No heart of the truest believer) just to clarify. 
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"Curse this wretched dress!" I growled as I managed to get it stuck on a branch. I yanked it back and I heard a tearing noise. "You have got to be kidding me" I sighed, a tear taking black at the bottom of my dress. "Looks like someone is having trouble. May I ask, why you're on my island?" I spun around and faced a boy about my age. He had a deep English accent and brilliant green eyes. It was almost mesmerizing staring into his eyes and to hear his voice. "Where did you come from?" I asked. He smirked and let out a humorous chuckle. "I'll be asking the questions darling. Now answer me, why are you on my island?" He snarled, his eyes seemed to darken as he became angry. "I don't know, I was just walking around and then next thing I know I'm being chased, I found a magical bean and poof, I'm here." "Interesting. What's your name?" He raised his eyebrow in question. "Bree French. May I ask, what is your name?" I asked hesitantly. "Did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter, Peter Pan."