101 Dalmatian Street Dylan Novels & Stories

Dylan said with a cheerful smile on. “Really,” I said with a smile. “I am fine.” Dylan had curly hair that danced around his frame, giving him a bouncy look. He had sunkissed skin and bright eyes which made him the ultimate optimistic personality. Hawk on the other hand. “I see.” He had a mohawk hair cut and he was gangster like in nature. “Who exactly is it you want to see?” Dylan peered. “Don't worry about it, I'll just look for her my myself.”

"P-Please, can I see Dylan?" Yanna repeated. Zelena seemed to soften as she looked at her. "H-He's not—he's not home yet," she stammered, confused. They stared at each other, and she could feel Yanna's desperation and eagerness to see Dylan. Both of them looked toward the street as a car pulled up and honked. She swallowed hard when she saw it was Dylan's car. Dylan got out because Yanna's car was blocking the gate.

I do not sense any strong frequency or energy from this place. Dylan uses telekinesis and opens the huge door. To our dismay, there lies nothing. It’s just an old godown or something like a warehouse, you say? Anyway, we seem to reach a dead end. “I can’t believe we failed again!” Orlo is on the verge of pulling his hair. “The great Orlo failed. I can’t believe.” Dylan makes a sad face and lets out a deep breath. I press my lips together, controlling myself from laughing out loud. Dylan is known for her cold demeanor. He hardly jokes. But when he does, BOOM - he always steps on his opponent’s nerve.

Dylan was ten months old and he could even stand steadily on his own. He was smart that he could even utter a few words. He was simply too cute and he looked exactly like his father. Velma was doing well in the company and had even been promoted to be a director. She has also won a lot of big awards because of her brilliant designs. Martin on the other had been drinking and gambling. All his savings were almost squandered by him and he would sometimes harass Velma to give him more money.

Dylan said giving me a red gown. "I will be back with your food.Take a shower and wear that"Dylan said and left the room .I heard him locking it from outside. I quickly got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to check if I can find an escape route when I get my son .But I got nothing.I just have to do what Dylan wants now so I can get my son I had a quick shower and wore the red gown Dylan gave me.It was too revealing.My cleavages were in display.It was too short and my thighs .Gosh Dylan is a psychopath.

I demanded, my stomach twisting. Before she could answer, Dylan stepped down from the staircase, his expression already darkening. Talia turned to him sweetly. “Someone just dropped Denver off outside. A nice black car. Very fancy.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at her petty, childish attitude. “Really? This is how low you’re going now?” Dylan moved closer to me, his scowl deepening with every step. The air grew thick with tension as he stopped just inches away, towering over me. “Who was it, Denver?” he asked, voice dangerously low. “Who the fuck dropped you off?”

When they'd fallen a safe distance from the pack, Alice asked what he wanted. His response was to pass her a piece of paper. "This is Dylan's address," he said. "Come over at six." "But... I thought we weren't going to involve your friends," Alice argued, cringing at the whiny tone in her voice. "Well, it's just Dylan and he promised not to say anything," Caleb said. "His house is so freaking amazing. You'll love it. He has a swimming pool for fuck sake!" It was weird, but it almost sounded like he was inviting her over to have a fun time... not to torture her.

The house was quiet when I pulled in, too quiet, and I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped inside. Dylan was in the living room. He was sitting there in the half light, jacket still on, cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. He only smoked like that when he was in a foul mood, when something had not gone his way. And he was home early. That alone made my stomach tighten. “What happened?” I asked, keeping my voice light, careful. He did not answer. He did not even look at me. I tried again. “Did you pick Ronan up from school?”

Lucien’s heart dropped. “Elara! Elara!” he shouted, his voice echoing as Stephanie gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Then came a low chuckle. “Hey, Lucien.” Dylan's voice came through. Lucien’s expression darkened instantly. “You want to know where she is?” Dylan continued casually. “I’ll give you my address.” He paused. “I dare you to come. In fact… I double dare you to try anything stupid.” His voice turned deadly. “Next time, prison won’t save you. I’ll wipe you and your daughter off the face of the earth.”

It’s easy, comfortable exactly what I hoped this house would become. After breakfast, Camila heads upstairs with Maria to help organize old family photographs. She glances back once before disappearing around the corner. I wave, she waves back. Nothing dramatic, just… us. Dylan walks into the living room carrying a bag of donuts. He stops after seeing me smile toward the staircase. “Oh no.” I look at him. “What?” “That face.” “What face?” “The one that says you’ve become hopeless.” I sigh. “You’ve been here four seconds.”