Peyton List Age Novels & Stories

Right now, I was out of options, so it would be helpful if Dad had a solution for me. “ I do son, But…, you might not like it. It is the only thing I can think of right now, plus it’s going to work.” Dad says “ It doesn’t matter if I like it or not Dad, let me hear it.” I say “ Julia Peyton.” He says and I instantly stand to my feet. “ No way Dad, we’ll look for something else.” I say still standing. Julia Peyton was the daughter to Aaron Peyton. The supposed owner of Peyton Inc. She was a spoilt child who only knew how to party and spend money. Not to mention her numerous scandals with different men, regardless of their marital status.

"You have this wisdom, this maturity that's... astounding. It's as if you're years ahead of us, even Carver and me." She chuckled softly, a hint of blush staining her cheeks. "That's flattering. But remember, age is just a number." Leaning in closer, Peyton's voice was a whisper, the intensity in his eyes unwavering, "Are you really just 19?" She nodded, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and sincerity. "Yeah, I wouldn't lie about something like that." The moment was intense.

Peyton scolded earning a death glare from her. "Peyt!" Jason scolded. "What, she knows it’s true." He objected. "Daddy, tell your sons to stop talking to me, I'm no longer their sister." Charlotte stated glaring at her brothers. "Over that thing!" Landon gritted out. "Don't raise your voice at me!" She yelled gripping her fork tightly. "I will when you are wrong, you are my little sister-" "We are the same age!" "It doesn't matter, we were born before you!" Peyton spat.

He walks over to me and hugs me before having his arm wrapped around my shoulders as he says, “Quirina, this is my big sister, Peyton.” Peyton turns to me, she’s got blonde hair just like Bryce, but her eyes are a light brown. She stands tall as if she’s sure of herself, I know that she is a Female Alpha and older than Bryce… if I had to guess she’s probably 4-5 years older than I am. I hold out my hand and say, “It’s nice to meet you, Peyton.” She frowns as she looks at me and she walks closer to me and then walks in circles around me. The sound is soft, but… she’s sniffing me.

"I guess this means he's coming tonight." Peyton turned and mimicked her friend's pose. "He is and you promised to be nice." "Only because it's your birthday." She grinned, her pretty face transforming from irritated to the knock-'em-dead heart-stopper that sucked in men. "Happy thirtieth, you hag." "Thanks." Peyton laughed and shoved off the counter. "Come help me find something to wear while Joseph's occupied." While riffling through Peyton's closet, Kate tilted her head. "So, what did moneybags get you this year? A yacht? A third-world country?"

She awed and clapped her hands happily. "Also we can only inherit our assign job at the age of 17, so Huxley, Peyton, Giovanni and I are just normal pack members." She continued and went back to Huxley. "Let's leave those lovebirds alone." Peyton said as he gave her the controller and they started to play Call of Duty. "I'm literally going to kill you! How the fuck did you do that?!" Peyton yelled as she finished killing his members, she sighed in content and held her hand.

Anya snapped. " I know, I know. But there's nothing to lose if you take it. I mean you're definitely going to pass the eval and besides if you leave now then word about this will spread around, you know what I mean?” Patrick said tilting his head . " How old is he?" Anya asked rapidly. She didn't know why she wanted to know his age when she didn't even know his name. "He's twenty seven, why?" Patrick looked confused "He made manager at twenty seven?" Anya was shocked.

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Peytons golden skin is glistening in the sun. He's absolutely ripped, so is Nolan which makes me self conscious. But I can't take my eyes off Peytons chest, and his veiny arms. I knew they were bigger, taller but i didnt realize they were fucking ripped. I have some muscle, but my abs are nowhere near as defined as Peyton's.