101 Dalmatian Street Dylan Novels & Stories

Dylan was the most famous, renowned, young, handsome, and richest musician in the country and across the continent. He was admired and adored by the whole country. I heard no one gets in physical contact with him except for his family members and manager. He was also the heir to the Talen's Empire. Although he had step-siblings. Yes, he was from a polygamous family. Although rumors have it that his mum, Flora Talen slept with her best friend's husband, Chris Talen. Who married her after he found out she was pregnant for him.

Stumped for a moment, Dylan growled softly but threateningly, "Did you think you've won just because you're with my dad?! We'll see! Oh, and don't you forget—he's going to die in a couple of years, and he is sterile!" I raised a brow at him. "I don't know what you're talking about… But you should worry about yourself." In the last life, Dylan was convinced he was healthy because I got pregnant the first time. But in every examination since, the doctors told me that he had a very low sperm count—so I wonder if he could still be so smug when he was as sterile as his father. "Just you wait! You will be begging to have me back!" Dylan bellowed as he stormed out, slamming the door as he left.

" I stuttered. I saw Dylan's disdain. "I sure will." He said quickly out the door. To me Dylan is semiperfect. Son of the owner of Delrama Enterprise and other businesses but he prefers to live and stand on his own two feet. Handsome, clean, fragrant, smart, and brave. Good at cooking, good at doing laundry, and hard at cleaning the house. Far far away from his appearance but he is good not only at using guns and fighting pate but also in household and kitchen chores.

Dylan said and then he cut the call. “Send me her cousin's address; she's the only person that she has to run to.” Dylan instructed Lucas as he got into his Aston Martin. He drove out of the garage, and a few moments later, his phone pinged with the address, and he entered it into his car's GPS. He got to the apartment building thirty minutes later, he knocked on the door, but no one answered; he stood outside the door for more than an hour before he gave up and left.

he said. "What! You can't do that" "You are to stay here and keep things in order while I go after that troublemaker" Dante told Geremia. Geremia watched helplessly as Dante got on his power bike and zoomed off. He prayed that nothing would go wrong. Dante enquired from his men the last place where Camilla was seen and headed there. As he drove his car, he cursed Camilla inwardly. What the hell was she up to now? Ever since he bought that little pest, she kept inviting trouble to his life. He had literally used his own money to invite trouble into his life.

tears streamed down my cheeks and I know I was acting desperate but I can't help it, he has to live, I carried his phone and redialed the number he had given me, it was still out of coverage, I threw the phone away as I racked my brain for what to do, whatever it is that was used to shoot him was quickly spreading and each moment more painful, my heart simply broke when I heard him screamed in pain, I touched his head and quickly withdrew my hand in shock, he has a very high fever, goodness, if it continues this way, he won't last for another hour, I quickly located a bowl, a very old and dusty bowl but it will do, I cleaned the dust and went out, thank goodness for the rain of yesterday, I

I went inside and pretended to not know Dylan's there, I pretended to be surprised, "Dylan?! I can't believe you're here. It must be destiny." I could hear Damon outside through the ear piece groaning, he said sarcastically, "Wow, how coincidental. It's like Olivia didn't wait an hour to show up and a whole week to plan this all." I glanced at Damon outside and shot him a look, I mouthed, "Shut up!" Then I averted my gaze back to Dylan. Oh, how perfect. Dylan looks so cute even if it's so early in the morning, "It's just that I live near here." Dylan smiled innocently

"I didn't notice that, Dianna. Dylan's number that called me earlier must have been three weeks since he bought it. He has two numbers from me, and I still haven't memorized them." "Another thing is that my cousin is not a bad person. Even though he grew up in another country, I know his true character. If he is the one who sent it, he is sure of it." I took a deep breath, then I turned my back on him and got into my car. "Dianna! Open the door of your car." I didn't listen to him, instead I drove my car towards the subdivision where Dylan lived according to him. I slammed the door of my car, I rang the doorbell and after a few minutes the gate was opened by what I thought was his nanny.

“Right now, you can start by telling me why you are home early and helping me purchase some things.” “My meeting got canceled, but Ace still had to meet with a client and it is one of the clients who will keep him busy for hours with questions and concerns,” Dylan replies. “I’ll gladly help you with any purchases and I will wear a collar if you wish.” Dylan leans over and kisses me then whispers, “I have a craving you can fulfill.”

He grunted in anger and made to throw the iPad on the floor when he suddenly heard the humble knock on the floor. "Huh? Who could that be? Mum just left…or did she forget something? Or could that be Danielle? Darn it. What if I don't recognize that person?" He thought as he walked to the sitting room. When Dylan finally got to the door, he inhaled deeply and opened it. A blurry face welcomed him. It was the usual for him, so he wasn't fazed. His eyes fell on her hand, which were right on her chest. Her hand was holding on to a white tray which had animal shapes of cookies. He blinked his eyes fast, trying to apprehend the whole scenario.