Dylan Alvarez Novels & Stories

“I-I will! But I have my work and we are busy—“ “Then leave and help me here!” she didn’t even have some sympathy for the hard-working pretty boy. Dylan is only eighteen-years-old and it is not his responsibility. Alondra is pure evil, making his life miserable. There is a certain pinch in his heart, Dylan loves his uncle but when her auntie came into his life. . . everything changed. “Okay, I will,” he faintly replied and Alondra nags him again, “the hospital bill is almost fifty thousand! Where will I get money?”

Both of them pulled Delya's hand. "Delya, he's a bad father. You don't deserve to call him Daddy!" Olivia said. Damian froze. Not long after, Alva arrived. The five-year-old boy had just woken up. He looked confused. "Mommy, big sister, who is he?" Alva asked, rubbing his eyes.

Perhaps Dylan had unknowingly saved me from delving deeper into a situation fraught with uncertainty. An hour passed, and to my surprise, the live video of Allison resurfaced, this time brimming with a series of photos that seemed to suggest a forthcoming resurgence. My heart quickened as Allison showcased more images, this time featuring Dylan prominently by her side. The revelation that they had been dating for years sent a shockwave through me, leaving me grappling with a tumultuous mix of emotions.

Alex POV I watched as her soul was crushed from the information Creed decided to hold from me. It was like watching that lovely spark in her eyes deem to darkness. The worst part is I don’t think I’ll be able to fix it. Once the doctor gave her permission to see him, she hasn't left his side, not to shower, or eat anything. The state he’s in, he hasn't opened his eyes yet. He’s coded a couple times but I’ve been told his wolf is doing everything he can to help him stay alive. We still don’t know why his wolf hasn’t shifted until now. Once he wakes up we are hoping we can get some more information from him. Sitting next to the door of his room, watching my mate hold her brother's hand as she

I chuckle softly, looking toward Zander’s arm. His face went from a small friendly smile to a frustrated glare. “Yes, and you did a number on Danni, Eric and five of my top warriors, three of whom are in ICU fighting for their lives.” he glares at me eyes flickering from gold to hazel as he tries to control his own wolf’s anger.

Alpha Blaze persisted, sounding genuine. I glanced at Lucas then when we both realized something at the same time – silver. “How can you be so sure about it?” Dalton met Alpha Blaze’s gaze from across. “My mate was with the moon goddess when they both disappeared –” “Wait a second, who’s your mate?” “Althea,” he said aloud with pride. We were momentarily shocked. His mate was Althea, the first female warrior of the Moon Goddess. She was known to be fierce but grounded. It didn’t take long for Dalton to nod affirmatively. “Okay, I trust you.”

Dylan stood there for almost two minutes thinking about what his aunt had just told him and at some point thought that his aunt was right, he was not sure of whom he liked or loved between the two, he thought he had feelings for both of them but he always felt different when he was around them and hanging out with Maeve was the best thing because she always told him what he wanted to hear, her words were always true and even though they hurt sometimes, she did not have to beat around the bush but rather hit the nail on the head and that was one thing she loved about her, and when he walked out of the kitchen, he had already made up his mind, he walked to where she was seated, she was with Al

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

Text flashes across the top: #RafLuna #Endgame. Even from here, I can see the comment count ticking up like a bomb. Dante goes very, very still. Giovanni fidgets. “It’s getting traction, boss. People think the ‘devil in a suit’ is some label head or…someone else. The consensus is that Signor Alvarez is the hero of—” “Of her life,” Dante finishes, quiet. He doesn’t raise his voice. That’s how I know he’s furious. His reflection in the glass is a study in control: jaw locked, hands loose at his sides, eyes on the screen like he could burn it down with a look.

I have a thing for baseball players, and at a party this past semester I was talking to a guy on the baseball team called “Dylan”. Dylan and I had talked before so he knew that I was gay. He has a girlfriend as well. Dylan is about 6 foot 3, lanky with a well defined six-pack and of course a fantastic ass and great abs. He has brown eyes and curly brown hair. I’d crushed on him so hard and thought about him while jerking off but figured he was straight.