101 Dalmatian Street Dylan Novels & Stories

There is no way he is ending up with someone from the Pack that murdered his father. Dylan knocks timidly on the door, praying that his mate will not be home, so he can have a reason to leave. He feels disappointed when he hears footsteps heading toward the door. At the same time, his heart jumps to life at the prospect of seeing his mate. He tries to deny it, but with each passing day, he finds himself enchanted by the boy he shouldn’t love. The door opens, and he comes face-to-face with Felix's mother. He gulps, suddenly shy. Does the woman know who he is?

One time around a year or two ago, I had watched the news about the illegal selling of arms to both locals and ones in high society and I had looked up Dylan on the internet, they made him look so evil like a serial killer and an evil but good looking man. “What's my toy thinking?” I looked up, almost surprised. Almost. “Stop sneaking up on me and I told you I'm not your toy. I can be milkweed or whatever”, I said, rolling my eyes. Dylan smirked. “It's been long since I last punished you, Annie”. The way he said my name made my senses alert and the look on his face…a smile that could charm a stone hearted witch yet crush her. I was more scared of his smile than his deep voice and I knew ins

“You are going to love Malibu. Our house is actually very close to a beach.” I grinned as I got into the back seat. Dylan drove a Prius. It smelled new. “We know that you must be famished. We made your…” She stopped mid-sentence when her phone rang. She stared at it for a few minutes and answered the call. “Hello?” The cheerful smile on her face faded and her eyes darkened “What? Right now?...”

Denzel finally agreed, weighing the odds. Dylan pulled out his phone and dialed the number. It rang for several seconds before Oscar finally answered. “Hello, Mr. Gray,” Dylan said, his voice cracking. The moment Oscar heard Dylan, he knew something was wrong. “Dylan? Where are you?” “We’re at a birthday party, and this wicked old woman is accusing Diamond of stealing,” Dylan blurted out. “A birthday party?” Oscar murmured in confusion. “Yes, Mr. Gray, please—we don’t want them to take us to the police,” Dylan pleaded and quickly hung up.

"Power and the money, money and the power..Minute after minute, hour after hour..Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin'..It's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin'...They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me...If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?...I guess they can't, I guess they won't...I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool" Dylan paled once again when her attention was on him instead of the road. Dracon watched from where he was with concern for her saftey. "ELLEANNA ROSE BLUE! FOCUS ON THE ROAD! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" He hollered out causing her to laugh as she slowed to a stop. "You are such a big bab

Zach said, nodding in assurance. "Hey Dylan, is that you?" asked the officer, and Dylan, who they had just noticed, was looking the other way. He was straining his neck in the process of what seemed to them, desperately avoiding the gaze of the police officer. When the police officer cleared his throat, Dylan slowly turned to look at him. "Oooh, hi there, Drake!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "Nice to see you here… on the highway." "On your way home, huh," the policeman nodded sternly. "I believe our house is the other way around?"

His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tight as he weaved through the busy street of Bunga. His wolf snorted with rage, clawing inside him, wanting to be let out and take things on its own, and Dylan struggled to keep him at bay. Throughout the sequence of traffic lights, his patience is wearing thin and he is losing his cool. He’s worried that through the span of time that he was still traveling, something might happen to his mate, same with the incident through the dark alleyway.