Dylan Farrow Novel Novels & Stories

She had gotten up off that floor, walked out of that hall and also walked out of the pack. Dylan had spent his entire life believing that things he considered his could not simply choose to be elsewhere. Lyra had betrayed him and betrayed her pack in the process. She had run off with an enemy of her pack. Dylan’s wrists clenched at the thought. He looked at the map on the table beside the window. The territories marked in different inks — Ashveil, the open land between, and Blackridge marked in black in the south. “We’ll see how long she stays there,” he declares proudly.

“I-It’s nothing. I’ll send it to you when I get back.” The heaven-shaking, earth-shattering event that he had originally anticipated did not happen. In fact, the aura that Ashley had inadvertently revealed made him feel a little short of breath. He could not help but wipe his eyes. There was nothing wrong! This woman was indeed Ashley! Was he living in a fantasy world?’ Seeing that Ashley was once again looking at the book in her hand and did not intend to speak further, Dylan tactfully left. Before he left, he glanced at the book in Ashley’s hand—’Pride & Prejudice’, and then at Ashley, who seemed completely engrossed.

6 ~Dylan’s POV I couldn’t focus. Not one bit. My hands hovered over the papers on my desk, but my mind wasn’t in the meeting, wasn’t on the contracts, wasn’t anywhere except back at home, wondering if Velma had eaten, if she had slept at all, if she was still crying. I hated myself for letting things get this far, but at the same time, I knew I had no choice. I couldn’t let the mother of my child get dragged to the station over something, and the collaborations with Eva’s company must go through without any hiccups.

Dylan was the one who arrived at the top first, he then grabbed Hayley's hand, helping her. It was dark inside, and Dylan managed to get some candles. Hayley walked towards him while staring at the books on the shelves. She seemed to be landing in paradise! She then ran a finger across the smooth book covers and picked one. " The Wildest Flower !", she read out loud. Dylan smiled and got close to her.

Neah felt a cold shudder from Dylan, one that she has never felt before. Even as unreal as it seemed, she knew there was this heaviness between the two brothers that drifted them apart, perhaps was it because of the reveal she heard from Damon, about having accidentally killed the Valerie that was their mate? Dylan went silent for a few minutes, his pupils kept drifting to yellow and back to grey. He was fighting on keeping it in, and the sudden question from Neah had almost made it incapable for him.

Alpha Damon's face darkened, and his jaw clenched. I felt a shiver run down my spine as Dylan's gaze locked onto mine. His eyes burned with intensity, a fierce determination. For the first time, I saw a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just perhaps, I wouldn't have to face this alone. Dylan's grip on my arm tightened, as if sensing my thoughts. “Tell me what happened,” he urged, his voice softening. **** Dylan's POV I strode through the doorway, my eyes scanning the crowded room for Evelyn. I had planned to arrive on time, but Celine's persistent questioning had detained me. Finally escaping her clutches, I made my way to the party, only to find Evelyn surrounded by a sea of hostile faces.

Fuschia was right, Dylan needed to mingle with other humans. On the next day's journey, Faris approached Dylan who was walking in front. "Sir, do you think the border is still intact?" Faris asked to open a new conversation with Dylan. He felt awkward because he had been caught talking about himself with Sir Deedad, and had been caught being a spy. "No. We're going there to rebuild a barricade that may have been destroyed." Dylan replied. “Ah, I thought so too. This is sad.” Faris studied Dylan's expression. He thought Dylan would be cursing at him for being a spy who reported his every move to someone else. But Dylan didn't look angry at all.

saying that Dylan unhurriedly fished out his phone from his pocket with his slender fingers and added, “It’s time to put an end to your delusion.” ‘An end? What did he mean by that?’ Darren looked into Dylan’s eyes for a moment and then grabbed his phone. A photo of two newborn babies was displayed on the screen. They were sleeping peacefully, and their tiny bodies were snuggling up to each other. Because of the camera angle, their red lips and rosy cheeks look a hundred times more charming. “These twins are my children with Areiza. They are adorable, aren’t they?” Dylan’s words struck Darren like thunder. “What did you say?” He asked flabbergasted.

If Maggie didn’t feel they could improvise then she couldn’t. “Think, think!” Tara shouted as she repeatedly slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. Brandon made his way to the rifle, picked it up and walked over to Dennis. “I know this is the way I choose to go,” he said. “What about you?” Dennis stared at the rifle in silence and then in horror at Dominic who was pouring the last of the gasoline onto the porch. The sun was on the horizon and it was easier to see the field of ugly beasts mingling amongst Maggie’s remains. The gruesomeness of the situation turned his stomach. Bile filled his throat as he quickly turned away.

Summary: Dylan is an eighteen-year-old boy, born with oozing charisma but confuse in his gender. He dreamt of being rich, but life is cruel that he doesn’t even finish college—until one night, he crossed paths with Luke Carter Vozinelik, a charming executive who became his life companion. After the CEO died, he forced Dylan to work and love him. Until Luke discovered his miserable and bitter past, lying as secret. Dylan fell into a profound situation, choosing between his mayhem family or his Billionaire boyfriend.