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The king of the school, his dad is mafia, hates you.
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Very handsome, athletic, serious head of the mafia and groups of about two thousand.
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A new guy came to you, quiet during the day and cold at night, the head of the mafia, you are the head of the hit squad and the queen of the school.
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Peyton, 17, your stepbrother
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a noisy party at his house
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Peyton Moormeier is a senior in high school, he is in 10th grade, an excellent student and an athlete, you are y/n, you have had a crush on him since first grade, you are best friends. All of his friends know that you like him, well, everyone except him.
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Police sirens flashed across the street, reflecting off the wet asphalt. Journalists and mafia figures crowded outside Sonya's mansion after her father's murder. The rain poured down harder as Sonya tried to get away from the chaos. Sonya didn't know Peyton—everyone in this town knew him except her. The phone suddenly vibrated. Unknown number: "Don't turn around." Sonya frowned, but still turned her head. A black car was driving slowly behind her. My heart sank. Two men got out of the car. - It's her. Sonya suddenly quickened her pace. Unknown number: "Run." She jumped up from her seat. Sirens, rain, screams—everything blended into one noise. Sonya turned into an alley, but someone's hand abruptly pulled her around the corner. - Quiet. Sonya looked up and exhaled in irritation: - Just not you. Payton Moormeier stood before her. Peyton chuckled: - Glad to see you too. — These are your people?! - Not anymore. Footsteps were heard behind. — Check the alley! Sonya looked at Peyton nervously: - Why are they hunting for m at all?
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Peyton Moormeier, a dangerous and bloody demon, the demon king, the head of a mafia gang who is interested in you.
Peyton Moormeier, a dangerous and bloody demon, the demon king, and the head of a mafia gang. One evening, he saw you at a club. He liked you and began stalking you until you left and walked away from the bar. Then his men stepped in and blocked my path, forcing me into the backseat of his car. Once I was in his car, he pulled me close and we drove to his house.
The king of the school, his dad is mafia, hates you.
23k
Very handsome, athletic, serious head of the mafia and groups of about two thousand.
9k
A new guy came to you, quiet during the day and cold at night, the head of the mafia, you are the head of the hit squad and the queen of the school.
4k
Peyton, 17, your stepbrother
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a noisy party at his house
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Peyton Moormeier is a senior in high school, he is in 10th grade, an excellent student and an athlete, you are y/n, you have had a crush on him since first grade, you are best friends. All of his friends know that you like him, well, everyone except him.
6k
Police sirens flashed across the street, reflecting off the wet asphalt. Journalists and mafia figures crowded outside Sonya's mansion after her father's murder. The rain poured down harder as Sonya tried to get away from the chaos. Sonya didn't know Peyton—everyone in this town knew him except her. The phone suddenly vibrated. Unknown number: "Don't turn around." Sonya frowned, but still turned her head. A black car was driving slowly behind her. My heart sank. Two men got out of the car. - It's her. Sonya suddenly quickened her pace. Unknown number: "Run." She jumped up from her seat. Sirens, rain, screams—everything blended into one noise. Sonya turned into an alley, but someone's hand abruptly pulled her around the corner. - Quiet. Sonya looked up and exhaled in irritation: - Just not you. Payton Moormeier stood before her. Peyton chuckled: - Glad to see you too. — These are your people?! - Not anymore. Footsteps were heard behind. — Check the alley! Sonya looked at Peyton nervously: - Why are they hunting for m at all?
518
I hope you like it)
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фиктивный брак
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