Dylan Farrow Novel Novels & Stories

◇NO POV◇ don got his mother's love back, dhiren forgiven his mom ang gave his love to her again, everyone are happy with their families, except one person, it is liam, he is acting strange from so many days days passing like minutes, Dylan trying to lead his life happily, but still he knows that he can love only srinithi in his life when he met her again finally, he became so happy like a child who got his long lost toy dylan didn't went near any girl but he returned to his dark life, fights and bad boy type, he lives in intoxicated state as he thinks only it can help him from coming out of srinithi's love as usual he got into fight with few people, he got injuries heavily this time, it was

I quickly pushed my hair away from my face and reached for my books, my fingers trembling slightly from embarrassment. Before I could gather everything properly, polished black shoes stopped directly in front of me.The hallway suddenly felt too quiet....My stomach twisted nervously and slowly, I looked up and immediately wished I hadn’t. This tall, handsome guy was glaring hard at me and I swear he looked really familiar, And then it clicked.....Dylan Winthrop,the girls my sisters wouldn't stop talking about. Yeah I just had to check him online and I'm glad I did. He stared down at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

If Richard was already nearby while his people followed us openly, then whatever he planned next was happening soon rather than later. “What exactly does he want?” I asked. Dylan let out a slow breath before changing lanes smoothly, his attention remaining divided between the road and the vehicles behind us. He looked composed externally, but I knew him well enough now to recognize how alert he truly was underneath that control. “You,” he said simply. I frowned immediately after hearing that because the answer felt too direct, too honest, and somehow more disturbing because of it. Richard had already destroyed enough in my life years ago, but apparently losing me had damaged his pride more d

"we are unfortunate to get the fortune we desire. The peanuts we earn is spent on shelter and food. We sleep like piles of garbage. We pay to get comfort.. I am tired. I miss home. I miss my family ................................. I stopped reading, closed the dairy and began wondering about my father's experience in Libya. It was a bright Friday. The sun shone brightly and the day seemed bright. My mother and siblings had already done the chores and left together for the bar. I walked happily to the clinic. It was my first session with Dr. Amrah. I just declined Layo's offer of acompanying me to the session. I felt it wasn't necessary. I had texted Dr. Amrah earlier. She was expecting m

Hyomi kept walking behind the tall man at a considerable distance, as if she didn't know him, while walking down the resort hall to their room. Entering the main room, Hyomi turned right towards her room, while the camel's booger turned left. What a strange sight for the dion who was in the middle of the two. They walked with their straight faces. Dion tried to guess what happened, why did the happy virus borrow Hyomi all day? And go home with a state of not caring about each other.

Did he realise how much he had fucked up? ‘I’ll kill him,’ Cain said. ‘I’ll rip him fucking apart. I will bathe in his blood and leave his remains to be devoured by rodents.’ He had no objections this time. The speed with which Dylan was moving confirmed his suspicions. What was his end game? Dylan knew he could track anyone. Was he going to kill Layla as he had been itching to do? That was the only way he would ensure that Layla never came back. He saw the car's headlights and sped up to get ahead of it. Then he lept into the air and landed right in the middle of the road. Dylan braked hard, and the car almost spun out of control before stopping only a few inches in front of him.

Gosh Dylan is a psychopath. The door opened and Dylan walked in with a bed tray table containing food. "You look so sexy Vida.After you are done eating I can't wait to eat you up"He said and I smiled nervously.. "Eat ,I will just have this wine."Dylan said and I ate the food.I had no appetite but I have to do all this for my son.When I left Kingston I couldn't wait to have him in my arms .I can't do without him.He was my only source of happiness.He is the reason I keep going.

Dylan mocked Lucian, who clenched his jaws. “Fuck you, Dylan!” Lucian angrily cursed him. “Tell me, where the fuck are you?” Dylan started walking away. He even locked the door after he left. I want to follow them, but I lost my strength. I swallowed hard as I looked at the window. I chewed my lower lip. All I can see is the never ending green scenery. It was like a paradise. A lonely paradise. A paradise for sorrowful soul. Hugging myself, I can only hope and pray that Lucian come with a plan. Although, I know that he will because he's smart. I'm just scared that Dylan might outsmart him, just like what he did to Jacob and to me. ~

“You may be allowed to live if you give me what I want. I’ll even ensure new identities for you and your family, and funds to get lost and not be found by who you work for.” His eyes were wide with fear. “Dylan. Dylan is who you are looking for.” I let his chair down harshly. “Dylan who? Where is he? Where are the documents you stole?” “Dylan Black. Outskirts of Miami, there’s an abandoned factory. He stays underground.” “My documents are there?” He gulped again. “Yes. Yes they are.” “Wonderful. Was that so hard?” I patted his back, making him flinch in terror.