Dylan Alvarez Novels & Stories

“You didn’t think I’d miss this, did you?” Before Alex could respond, his eyes shifted again and stopped. Mr. Smith. The older man stood slightly apart, hands clasped in front of him, watching Alex with a reserved but unmistakably emotional expression. Alex inhaled slowly, absorbing that presence too. Then “Alex.” He turned. Daniel Alvarez stood there with his family, his father, his mother, his siblings all of them smiling, eyes shining. Daniel stepped forward, visibly emotional. “Happy birthday,” Daniel said quietly. “I wouldn’t be free today if not for you.”

“I used to love dancing. Then things got complicated. My mom never wanted me to get into this world, but you know how things are. I used to like ballet, and I used to learn it too.” He tilted his head. “Ballet,” he repeated, his voice low, thoughtful. “That explains your posture.” I snorted. “You mean my spine?” “I mean the way you hold yourself. Like you could break and never let anyone see it.” He said, making my eyes soften. That silenced me for a moment. No one had ever noticed that before. “You sound like you’re analyzing me,” I said. “I am,” he said honestly. “You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.”

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Dylan adjusted his baseball cap, and studied the distant environment. He smirked and looked down at the golf club he was holding. He crouched, raised the club past his ear, and struck it down immediately. It hit the golf ball, which flew far. "Wow, nice" A person voice was heard. Dylan furrowed his brows and watched the person come closer. He felt worried and anxious already since he couldn't recognize whoever it was. He has a predicament which is actually a secret. Not only that, but he even kept it from his entire family. He knew he wasn't really stable due to the frequent headaches he had, and even the dizziness was something he couldn't phantom.

“You know, Marcel, you shouldn’t pay for your subscription all the time because if it’s too available, I bet you will be ignoring your alpha duties to watch stuff like this and I can’t let you do that, you know. That will make me a really bad person because I am the one who introduced you to this but then it didn’t make sense to keep something this good from you when you are my friend so you have to be careful and prudent with it.” “You guarantee Alicia will be calm now?” I ask. Dylan shrugged. I don’t know if he is saying that he doesn’t know if she will still be angry or he doesn’t just give two flying fucks anymore. “You love Alina. Why?” I doubt he will be able to answer that. How do yo

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

James corrects. Dylan ignores him, turning his full attention back to me. “I’m Dylan by the way. Dylan Reeves. And these are my friends, Adam Radcliffe and James Ferraro,” he gestures to them respectively. “I’m Daisy. Daisy Caldwell,” I manage to say, instantly hating how embarrassed I sound. “I watched the competition,” James says, pushing his glasses up. “That final exam was insane. A perfect score? That’s unheard of.” “And the way you led your team through the Gravewood,” Dylan continues, and his eyes are practically glowing now. “That was brilliant. You were strategic, compassionate, and ruthless when you needed to be. You’re kind of a legend here already.”

Dylan,talking to a girl at the bar. I go up to him while wiggling my eyebrows m.He roll his eyes and introduce me to his "friend" names Olivia.I just smirk and introduce myself to her. Like i believe that they're just "friends"... "NEXT UP,THE NEWBIE GORGE AND THE FAMOUS ALYSS"

he said and went to the kitchen . Alicia used the opportunity to look around , his apartment was clean, simple and modern . If you didn't know about him you'll guess he is just a simple rich dude but not a billionaire. Alicia noticed a beautiful rich abstract painting of a woman on the wall ,she kept studying it and didn't hear Dylan coming with the coffee . “ That painting took me two months to finish ” Alicia jumped a bit “ you startled me ” . Dylan put the tray down on the coffee stool in front of Alicia .