Britt Robertson Dylan O'brien Novels & Stories

Lisa pov.. I sat there, watching Drake as he continued to drink, as if I wasn't even in front of him. "So, do you accept my deal?" I asked him. He stopped drinking and stared at me. "I really don't understand what you're trying to say. You want me to do the same process as before? At first, it was easy, but now I think it will be difficult. Dean will never let me go near his Luna, and whatever you're planning, it won't work this time."

He could only open his mouth to try to coax her but found her continuing, "Unless it's Jamie who you asked, I don't see how you could dare to declare yourself this house's son-in-law you shameless pervert." Dean looked at Britney for help who simply laughed and shrugged away his pleading eyes. He turned back to look at O'Brian. "I am dating you with the thought of marriage, so I obviously become this house's son-in-law." Dean tried confidently force himself on her but she wasn't really buying his useless act. She rolled her eyes and left the kitchen and he could only follow her like a love sick puppy. She simply ignored him and went to her room where she put down her bag and took off her sni

He didn't care how much he was going to spend on his son, whether it was for leisure or medicine, he just bought it. Dylan came out of the bathroom after taking a phone call, he couldn't find Linna as she was out of his field of vision. However, he spotted Robert. The two looked at each other, or rather, stared at each other. One judging the other. Robert remembered who he was, the stranger from the phone call the other day. And Dylan, obviously, remembered too. The guy who left her at the altar. Pregnant.

“How are you, Robert?” Instead of answering, Robert was indifferent. "Don't tell me you want to apply for a job here!" Ryan stood up from the security post bench, then approached Robert and said, “Your pathetic ex-brother-in-law is the OB at Nano-ID. Are you surprised?” Robert nodded quickly. He looked disdainfully at Stefan. “If he worked just to lick the employees' toilets, I would never be surprised. OB is too high for a pathetic guy like him.” Ryan laughed loudly then said, “He just started working today. I've tried hard to convey to the CEO's assistant that I have a friend to work with for this month. I don't know, after that, whether he will continue to work here or not."

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Not just anyone, but the one person she's harboured a forbidden crush on. Brittany was a virgin and although she often satisfied her sensual urges with her fingers, she still doesn't find fulfilment, a lingering emptiness leaves her searching for more, a sensing of longing that persists. She's never been on dates. Has no boyfriend or whatsoever. “Look, I'm willing to help you relieve yourself.” Dylan's voice cut through the thick silence, filled with unwavering certainty. “Are - are you sure you want to do this?” She stuttered out the question, her words hesitant, as Dylan nodded in agreement..

“I don’t think that you came here for a drink or two, but I have been raised better than to have my guests sit with a dry throat.” “Why are you doing this, Sabine?” I asked, shaking my head at her. The woman knew very well who Lorenzo was and she knew that he was an enemy. Human or not, she was well aware of how monstrous the Alpha was. “I am working, Dean. I don’t think that there is a rule against that now, no?” “The two of us know that this isn’t simply working, especially with a man like this one.” I said, and she shook her head.

“I’ll tell you when we are out of here.” She nodded. I glanced at Laurent and Ryan and they were both tipsy on red wine. I was ready to call it a night, but the moment we stood to leave, Ryan addressed Brittney. “You’re the designer behind the winter concept, right?” She blinked, caught off guard. “Yes…. I helped with the visuals.” He smiled, “impressive work. You have a strong eye, I hope we get a chance to work closely.” I stepped in between them before she could respond. “She’s got a full plate already but thanks.”

"My name is Brittany, I am 18 as of yesterday morning and would you like to see me dance?" I smiled at her. "Ned, play whatever the lady wants to dance to." I then nodded to the stage. "Lets see what you've got!" I then took a front row seat as she got onto the stage. As the music starts to play, I get this weird feeling. I don't know exactly what is happening, but the next moment I am met by blackness. Overwhelming fear grips me. I look around but all I see is darkness. I then heard the most chilling voice that I have ever heard. "LESTER! I AM DISAPPOINTED IN YOU! HOW DARE YOU TREAT WOMEN THAT WAY!" "Who are you?" I am surprised at how calm my voice is.

Swift, Dylan's right hand and Black Estates' Assistant Manager. *****