Dilan Novels & Stories

She groaned once she answered the call. “Davila? What?” I rolled my eyes. Probably her one-night stand. “Olivia, it’s me Camila” she paused for a moment. “oh hey Mila” she was still drunk. Only God knows how many glasses of alcohol she drank. “Roman is mad, like super mad” “oh” she replied. “I’m sorry Mila, I only wanted to have fun”

"And she calls herself Villah. What's her fucking name?" "Bella," I could imagine him sighing, "I hope you remember the rules." "Yes, I do, you asshole!" "Will you recite them, please?" "Obey, respect, don't question, blah fucking blah blah." Mariano snorted. "Good. Now, what were you saying?" "Have you got something to do with Abra and Landon?" "What?" He said. "No. Not at all. None." I huffed in annoyance. It wasn't like he'd tell me.

He asks, eyeing my bodyguard. “Declan. This is Daniel Fields. He’s, my bodyguard.” Declan drinks him in like he’s dying of thirst. Daniel shuffles on the spot. He’s as red as a tomato from head to toe. I stifle my laugh. “Hi, Mr Fields.” Daniel nods at Declan not saying a word. “This is my brother, Dylan, as you may have guessed.” He gestures towards Dylan who moves to shake my hand. “Hi Lily, excuse my brother, he forgets himself. I’m really sorry for your loss. Luke talked a lot about your family, he especially talked fondly of Esther.” He says solemnly.

Jimmy blushed. "Whoever you are and wherever you are from, I must introduce myself to you. I am Nylian, the Duke of Vulas," he politely bowed to him and gently kissed his cold hand. "Welcome to Fantasia."

“But before I give you the dusts, I want to know the name of your friend.” “His name is Finrod, your Majesty.” “Finrod? The elf Prince of Skeifaiah?” Ellaine kept quiet. How can she answer if she didn’t know it herself? Finrod refused her presence in the first place while Margarette.. Well, she always promised to tell her everything yet.. Never mind. “Very well, my child, I’ll give you what you need for the elf Prince. Lenriad can’t afford to let a great warrior like him to die in such a way.”

He stared at the screen for a few seconds before making another call. Then another. His first contact had nothing. The second gave him a name. The third gave him a location. But by the time Kane received it, the location was already useless. His father had been there. Then he'd vanished. Kane leaned back against his desk. That wasn't good. A desperate man was dangerous. A desperate man who knew someone was looking for him was worse. His phone rang again. Kane answered immediately. "Yeah?" "It's Dan." "Talk." "We found his vehicle."

“Mama needs to go to the restroom for a moment.” Shelyn turned quickly. “Will it take long?” “No,” Elara replied. “Mama just needs to calm herself down.” Elara turned to the young man standing not far from them. “Dilan.” “Uncle Dilan is Mama’s assistant,” Elara continued, introducing him to the children. “Dilan, please watch them for a moment.” Dilan nodded politely. “Of course, Mrs. Elara. Don’t worry.” Elara bent slightly toward her children. “Don’t go anywhere. Listen to Dilan.”

“You don’t sound so pleased, what’s up?” Dilan paused for a moment before he spoke. “Wouldn’t it be a bit incomplete if Khalid is getting all of the hot seat? What about my father? I know he’ll be restless and distressed because of the rumor. But that isn’t quite enough. But… just hold on. I’ll call you back.” The call ended. Dilan parked his car at the car-park of his company. The skyscraper hung high in the air, shining in the sunlight. There was pride in his eyes as he looked at it. This was where most of his income came from.

And then I found the word, bold and clear, right there in the title. Doll. I looked up at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something that looked like satisfaction. “I want you to be my Doll,” he said. Mia made a sound behind me, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it.

The Moretti shed even more blood in a day than my dad does in a week, so I have heard. "I will get Malia, my assistant, to send over everything you would be needing for school tomorrow." Don Luciano stood up from the couch and attempted to move closer to me. I reared backwards, avoiding his touch but the old man didn't get the hint and still tried touching me when; "Don Luciano, they are here." I heard a soft voice behind us and looked to see Malia, the assistant who tried to stop Lucien on our wedding day from seeing me. She had her head bowed.