Lost Boys Mother, Peter Pans Lover.
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  • Leituras 64,792
  • Votos 1,260
  • Capítulos 27
  • Tempo 2h 27m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em nov 12, 2011
Bailee Darling lived off her Grandmas stories. 
She dreamed of going to Neverland with Peter Pan and hanging with the Lost Boys.

One late night, she heard footsteps on her grandma's roof. Instantly, her mind jumped to robers.
It... Wasnt robers. It was Peter Pan, came looking for help from Wendy. Since Wendy was to old, she sent Bailee.
Bailee ends up staying there with Peter, until Peter gets into a fight, and stabbed in the abdomen. 
What well happen if Bailee cant stop the bleeding in time to save Peter's life?
What happens if Peter wakes up, and doesnt remember anything at all.
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The Captive (First Book in the Neverland Bound Series)

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"Davis, take her to the cage." Pan then turns and strides away. "Yes, sir," Davis replies while smirking at me. Despite my protests, he roughly grabs my arm and hauls me away from the group of boys and into the surrounding forest. I wait until I'm sure we are out of earshot before I make my move. I stamp on his foot hard. He winces and loosens his grip just enough for me to break free. I then kick him in his midsection causing him to lose his balance and snatch his spear away. I use the blade to slice the ropes binding my wrists and before Davis has time to call for help, I knock him out with one swing of the weapon. His unconscious form slumps to the ground and lays motionless at my feet. I grimace. He's going to have a huge lump on his head when he comes around. "Sorry Davis," I whisper and I take off into the woods. Peter Pan brought me to Neverland for a reason, but he's forgotten one very important detail. I've been here before.