The NEVERLAND OCTOLOGY #8 Forever Lost
Greta and Landon (Hooded Lost Boy) and their families are in the end game with Neverland and home
All because Mr Mills has been taken and is in unknown place by her first one and only Villain - Peter Pan
They w...
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CHAPTER 1
Mrs & Mr ₲old Home⇐
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Lying in bed was a woman with dark brown hair framing her face, her lips painted a vibrant red. Her Irish skin glowed softly in the morning light filtering through the window.
Draped in a white lace shirt, she slept peacefully, the steady rhythm of her breath accompanied by a faint snore. Resembling the actress Emilie De Ravin, she stirred as a familiar voice called out.
With a soft groan, she shifted in her sleep, the sound muffled by the pillow. Her eyelids fluttered open, heavy with drowsiness, as she struggled to wake from her slumber. Despite the gentle call of the familiar voice, she remained reluctant to fully rouse from her restful state.
"Hello, love," came the voice, causing her to stir a little more, still half-asleep.
With a soft moan, she turned towards the source of the greeting, gradually waking from her slumber. A warm smile spread across her lips as she recognised the figure before her.
"Hello, Landon," she greeted in return.
Landon, dressed in a black leather jacket over a red shirt and black pants, met her gaze with brown eyes filled with warmth. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange before Greta sat up, stretching with a tired yawn. Casting a glance around their humble abode, she returned her attention to Landon.
Observing as Landon retrieved a kettle from the ceiling, Greta's mind wandered briefly to the adventures they had shared, her body still feeling the remnants of their escapades. As he set the kettle on the stove, his inquiry broke her reverie.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Accepting the mug he offered, adorned with a faded love heart, Greta nodded.
"Yeah, I did, Landon," she confirmed with a grateful smile. Watching as Landon fetched a biscuit from the jar, Greta's thoughts drifted to a past confrontation with their enemy, Ted. Taking a bite, memories flooded her mind, reminding her of the sacrifices made to protect their world. Placing the half-eaten biscuit on the plate beside Landon, she absently fidgeted with her hands, a silent gesture of unease.
"Have you visited your family?" she inquired, her voice tinged with concern as she rose from the bed.
Observing Landon dispose of the remaining biscuit, Greta listened to his response before contemplating his changed appearance. He said
"Nah, not today. I think they are having a cuppa with your mum."
Feeling a pang of nostalgia, she suppressed a sigh, her bottom lip caught between her teeth before she moistened it with a flick of her tongue.
