Dylan Alvarez Novels & Stories

Here, we have built him the perfect office. Alden nods. I place the last piece of clothing into the dresser before opening another box. I pull out a picture frame. It’s a stupid picture I was given months ago. Avia had taken it, when we were at some hotel at the start of the year. Black marks, Time’s brand, circle along my shoulders. It makes me wince looking at it. That’s what used to plague me, imprison me. Alden’s skin used to be tainted by those marks too, until Time finally gave in and removed him.

They were dressed in black, with hoods up, and baggy sweatpants. “Elias?” Still squinting, he tilted his head and a few seconds later, his face dropped. “Oh shit. That’s Jackson Mayor.” “Who?” “Alicia Mayor’s boyfriend. He’s like twenty-three.” “Alicia Mayors. The one that’s hated you since middle school?” “Yeh, that one. And I called her a bitch the other day.” I glanced back to the guy. His eyebrows were tensed, and his jaw stiff, his eyes squarely set on Elias.

TWO DAYS LATER Hands folded, and standing upright Damien stared at the screen of his laptop, where he was currently having a video call session with Alvarez. Alvarez and his daughter Ivy rather… The little kid was stationed on her father’s thighs, eating some snacks out of a bowl.

So empty I'm afraid I’ll fall into their pits. Dylan scraps himself off the concrete floor“who the fuck are you to tell me what to d–”before he can finish his sentence,Alder punches him in the jaw sending him flying right back to where he got up from “Fuck off! the next time I see you anywhere near her I will not only break the bones in your fingers but I will also sever them off and feed them to my dogs” “This isn't over”Dylan says before he finally exits the room “Are you okay?”Alder asks with no emotions whatsoever as he finally focuses his icy gaze on me

He and Dylan looked so much alike that it hurts. Abel, Dylan's brother, walked up to me and smiled. Abel dyed the top of his hair red. The bottom of his hair is the same shade of brown Dylan has before he dyed it. Abel, however, has ocean blue eyes while Dylan's is brown. Abel is currently 23, a few years older than Dylan and me. "What's up? I haven't seen you in a long time." Abel smiled. I nodded. "Yeah. Um... mind if I come in?"

Twisting her face from the grimace it had been set in and that was most assuredly, not pouting or even remotely brat-like, Alina huffed after him. "I'm not a brat, now get out!" The brunette growled as she followed behind the taller man, watching as his silhouette hit the rays of sun outside her new abode. "You're so mean to me. I just want what’s best for the b r a t.” A twitch flirted with the edge of her brow, a headache beginning to form in Alina’s temple. "You leaving is what's best for me." "So mean." Dylan repeated before he signaled a wave with his hand, his cinnamon dusted eyes twinkling behind his thin wired glasses. If it weren’t for the soft crinkles and the speckles of gray in h

He didn't go back to sleep but instead stared ahead, seemingly lost in thought. It was at this moment that Alessia finally remembered where she had seen the man before. She took out her phone, casually opened a video app, and quickly found the man's face in an advertisement. Alessia lowered her gaze, her slender pale fingers swiftly operating on the phone, and the man's detailed information appeared. Dylan Frost was once a top-tier singer. He rose to fame with a song called ‘To the Rivers and Lakes’ right after his debut. Later, he released several popular songs, all of which became hits.

“A round of applause for Daniels Alvarez. I stood upon hearing my name. I didn't realise that I was still sitting, of course I am. I am shocked by this…outcome. I walked towards the stage. I shook hands with the moderator and others on stage before collecting the files in his hand. I searched through the faces of the audience in the room. I wasn't nervous, far from it. I am Daniels Alvarez and my name and actions carry weight but this? This sudden change of plan caught me off guard. If I had plans to usurp this contract from him,I might feel less guilty but I didn't, so what happened? I didn't even push too far. I did the basics!

As much as my brain tells me I should be afraid, something tells me he’s not dangerous. That he’s just flirty. Like Alex. He reminds me of a darker, older, werewolf version of Alex. I didn’t answer him, moving my phone up like I was trying to ignore him. Really I’m taking his picture to send to Logan. “Yet again. Not your business,” I stated. Aurelia: That’s him. I’ve been backing up to the forest just in case. Do I need to run? Logan: Colby Delaney. *eye roll emoji*

Dylan added. His brother collapsed back into the chair, the smile on his face before long gone as he massaged his forehead. Dylan raised his brows as he watched the actions of his brother, something he always does whenever he has done something wrong. “I didn’t do well, right?” Dylan asked, his lips pressed tightly against each other. Alvarez looked up, meeting his eyes and sighing, “You fucked up… really bad..” Alvarez replied.