Peyton List Age Novels & Stories

she motions for me to join her, “are playing a game where we need to take a picture with someone from every state. Can we take a photo with you?” They comply. Peyton directs me to take the photo. Looking at her phone she announces Tennessee is number forty-two on our list. She asks the guy on her right to hold up four fingers while she holds up two. I count to three out loud and snap several photos with my phone. Peyton thanks the men, making an excuse for us to move on rather than hang with the three of them for the night.

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.

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.

“That was my lawyer.” “What did he say?” Aspen looked pointedly at North, waiting for him to go on. Her heart started beating faster before she even heard the answer. “Peyton was adopted two days ago. The family has no other kids, the dad’s a writer, and the mom’s a homemaker. No criminal history, or substance abuse evidence, no medical records of the wife being abused or anything like that.” Axl looked down and shook his head. “I guess that’s good.”

professor MacPherson said grimly. “I believe you are talking with your tongue in your cheeks. Do you know my age?” Peyton said with tears. “I don’t want to know your age. Besides, age is just a number and nothing more,” professor MacPherson said. “I don’t think you understood what Peyton said…,” Lydia said and professor MacPherson cut in. “Yes, I do!” professor MacPherson said. “Professor MacPherson, it’s getting dark out there already; please, go home and rest,” Peyton said.

It was just too damn bad if Carter found it uncomfortable to be on a ‘date’ with the woman he was trying to ruin. As for Peyton, she seemed supremely relaxed and in her element. Riley talked her ear off and she listened attentively, laughing at the appropriate times and engaging in conversation with the seven-year-old like they were besties. He had been surprised to see her wearing jean shorts and a tank. Surprised but not disappointed.

"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.