Novel & Cerita 101 Dalmatian Street Dylan

The dead delta’s dismembered head was wide—as if even in his last moment, he did not recognize the incoming death. Dylan, the humungous black wolf, did not even need to use his massive drooling mouth. After he cleared the obstacles, he swiftly bit Anastasia's leg and dragged the shell-shocked woman toward Diana. His tail was wagging as his abysmal eyes stared right into Diana—like a hunting dog wanting to be recognized. Diana beamed at Dylan. Tiptoeing to reach the tip of his nose, her eyes gleamed with excitement and bloodthirst, not minding the woman dropped before her.

see you later, Gator -Dylan* my world had shattered into a million pieces. Dylan had Jane. he knew what my brothers had done. nono had ordered then to add a distraction, but they got my daughter taken. or was there still a rat in the house? how did Dylan know I wouldn't be here with Jane? how did he know where to find us? who was the snitch this time? why did nono give those orders? why would Nono risk giving us away?

"Yes, please. Thank you, Harry. You're here for Dyl?" "Yes. I'll wait out here for him if he's busy at the moment." "He'll be right out, but I'll tell him you're here for him anyway." "Thank you." "No need. I'm right here." Dylan stopped me, petting Jim's head. "Give me five minutes, Alena. I'll be with you shortly," he continued, pecking my forehead. He was wearing denim ripped jeans, a white Henley shirt, and a red leather jacket. He looked perfect as usual.

Callum's POV As I checked the door that Dylan had scurried out of for the hundredth time, I knew that something was wrong. She had been gone for almost 20 minutes now, and it was starting to worry me. Finally, I got up and went to her family's table. "Do you know where Dylan is?" I asked her dad. "I'm pretty sure she's in the bathroom." He said. "She's been gone a while, don't you think?" "You can't spend five minutes without your precious Dylan?" Mel commented from across the table.

Remy repeated his question, and the living room door pushed open as Dylan walked in wearing a black suit, meeting all their gazes. Jessica smiled at Remy and Dylan, pretending everything was fine. She quickly said to Remy, "Dylan is already here, brother. I will be back soon. Let me quickly take Caleb and Nina to school." "Daddy! Daddy!" Caleb and Nina happily rushed toward Dylan and hugged his legs, even as Dylan wore a mean look at seeing Remy in his house. Remy was only a year older than Dylan. Dylan bent down to touch his daughter's soft yellow hair warmly. He asked Nina, "How was your night, Nina?"

He got to know many weaknesses of the pack whether it was about the business system or the amounts of Omegas they had. After two days, Dylan went to the town where Alpha Albert and his family were staying. It was morning time, Dylan came out of a departmental store after buying a cigarette packet. He was walking on the street, heading to his car. Girls around him were glancing at him. They could see a boy with black pants, a black shirt, and a pair of black shoes. He had a black cap and black mask on too. But still, he looked so handsome that those girls could not put their eyes off him.

He cracked his neck,picked the phone up and said : "He's my target! "Wh..what..dy..." Dylan hung up ,before he could say anything else. "So this bastard lives at Millemium square..just wait till i catch you .." he spoke to himself.He then went to open the door,sat in the drivers seat,and locked his seatbelt.He was quite satistied; like a cat who just found the mouse he was looking for.He decided to go to the old park which was on his way,first.

My screams turned to sobs, my body trembling as I stumbled back toward the darkness of the palace. As the doors closed behind me, I caught one last glimpse of Damien standing alone on the platform, his face shadowed but his posture unyielding. For a moment, I wondered why he had intervened—why he had spared me that final, damning sight. But the answer didn’t matter. House Muller was gone. And I was truly, utterly alone.

My legs felt like jelly. The stairs down to the street blurred—each step unsteady. By the time I reached the sidewalk, dizziness hit hard—vision swimming, stomach churning. I couldn’t drive like this. Couldn’t walk home. Couldn’t think. I pulled out my phone—hands shaking so badly I almost dropped it—and opened Killian’s chat. Me: Killian. Please come get me. I’m at Broad Street rooftop café. Something awful happened. I can’t drive. I can’t breathe. Please. I need you.

​ Dylan got up from his spot, crouched behind a nearby tree, and walked directly underneath the camera so that his entire body was in full view of whoever might be monitoring the feed. ​ “The fuck are you doing, Miller?” Liam cursed under his breath. ​ Dylan waved his arms back and forth, jumping up and down in place. Nothing happened. ​ “The lights are on, boys, but it looks like no one’s home,” Dylan said. ​ Xavier dropped down from where he’d been perched in a tree, poised for an aerial strike. “Dammit, Dylan. There are about a dozen different ways you could’ve just gotten yourself killed, pulling that nonsense. How did you manage to pass basic training again?”