Peyton Place Novels & Stories

As he observed Timothy's somber expression, Peyton couldn't shake the sense of impending danger lingering in the air. Peyton quickly retreated, clearing his throat. "Um, I'll just go sit in the other car at the back," he muttered. Choosing not to challenge Timothy for the seat, Peyton wisely stepped aside. After all, no one present knew Timothy's true identity. Nonetheless, Peyton was well aware that Timothy wasn't just any bodyguard; he was the CEO of the esteemed Barrett Group in Bern City. Considering the possibility of Timothy becoming Mia's future husband, Peyton realized it would be unwise to compete with him now.

Peyton shakes her head no, "They haven't. But I'm sure it's only a matter of time. They will probably tell me how I'm ostracized and they won't do anything to help me if I need it and whatnot. It's all a power game to them and currently, I'm insignificant. It all depends on where you fall what will happen next." "And if I do what you do then it's two against two. Do you really think they won't do anything whenever we pose a threat?" Peyton sighs and runs a hand through her hair, "I can't spend all of my time trying to make them happy. We'll figure it out." Bryce nods his head slowly and says, "Yeah, we will. Have you guys figured out what you're doing with your packs?" Tony smiles as he look

As he observed Timothy's somber expression, Peyton couldn't shake the sense of impending danger lingering in the air. Peyton quickly retreated, clearing his throat. "Um, I'll just go sit in the other car at the back," he muttered. Choosing not to challenge Timothy for the seat, Peyton wisely stepped aside. After all, no one present knew Timothy's true identity. Nonetheless, Peyton was well aware that Timothy wasn't just any bodyguard; he was the CEO of the esteemed Barrett Group in Bern City. Considering the possibility of Timothy becoming Mia's future husband, Peyton realized it would be unwise to compete with him now.

Peyton Horan froze. “This is my father’s plaque.” “Smash it,” Harvey York exclaimed. Peyton and the bodyguards behind him were all frantically twitching their eyes. Only Harvey had the guts to smash the plaque of Peyton’s father in front of Peyton's own two eyes. But after contemplating for a long while, Peyton decided to do it himself. He grabbed the plaque and smashed it to the ground with a hesitant look on his face. Crack! With Peyton’s strength, the plaque would’ve instantly shattered. A metal shriek echoed from the plaque, and it rolled toward the corner of the ancestral hall.

"I don't know, Carver. This place feels so... tainted." Peyton joined the conversation, a hint of decisiveness in his voice. "Maybe it would be good for us all to move there. This place is more of a glorified bachelor pad. I think we've outgrown that." Carver pondered for a moment before responding. "A new place, a new start. Maybe that isn't such a bad idea." Peyton finally moved from the chair to the couch, sitting beside Carver and wrapping an arm around him. "When you feel up to it, we'll take you to see it. It's a new build. I think you'll like it."