Dylan Farrow Novel Novels & Stories

Go read and enjoy! Danny and Louis have been reborn and now with one having the memories of their past life while the other stays bound to the last words spoken on his deathbed. Let's follow Levon and Dylon as they journey through discovery, acceptance, lust, hurt, and uncontrollable love for one another. Hope this time fate smiles better on our boys. ******* BOOK TWO IS TITLED: SOULS ENTWINED... *******

That I'm Ryder Hawthorne’s future daughter-in-law, not knowing I was only making a fool of myself. I picked the fish Freya threw away, she didn't mind but instead went after the shark. Smart isn't it? Well, I'm not dead am I? Let's see how their relationship lasts. I swear… one day, I’ll make her pay. ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ ~~~Dylan~~~ I sat on the edge of my bed in the dark, staring at the floor like it had answers. Two and a half weeks.

~Dawn I find myself chuckling after the words came out of his mouth. He wants me to make Rylan sin. "Rylan murdered people," I tell Fate, although he doesn't look convinced. "I heard it myself. Everyone in this Pack is terrified of him." "He never killed those people with his own hands, Dawn," he said tenderly, as if it would rip me open to hear him say that. In actual fact, I found myself beyond confused. I know what I heard, and it was terror. "He's an Alpha. He gets people to do his dirty work for him."

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

With a longing for unity and a desire to explore beyond the borders of his home, Darian embarked on a journey that would forever change his life. As Darian ventured into the heart of the lycan continent, he marveled at the stark contrast between their two lands. The lycan realm was a testament to progress and harmony. Grand cities adorned with intricate architecture rose under the watchful eye of the moon. Lycan packs were organized with utmost efficiency, their society thriving on unity and discipline. Here, among the lycans, the moon was not just a celestial body; it was the heartbeat of their civilization.

Daniel looked at Owen Farrow — the furniture maker who had been building the bones room in wood for fifteen years without knowing that was what he was building, who had been waiting for the architect who would do for the house what he had been doing for the chairs. He thought about the right meetings. He thought about attending as the ground condition. He thought: we were always going to find each other. The letter written to strangers finds the people it is for. "July," Daniel said. Owen looked at him. "July." The Farrows' train was in thirty minutes. They walked back along the river path — north now, the city opening ahead of them, the bridge behind. The April afternoon around them. The ci

“College is treating you right, Ava. Those legs… fuck.” Jax, the loud construction king with arms like tree trunks, grinned wide and crude. “Jesus Christ, girl. When did you get an ass like that? I used to bounce you on my knee. Now you’re walking around with these tiny shorts riding up your crack, tits bouncing, making four old bastards rock hard just by bringing us drinks.” My face flushed hot, but I laughed it off, flipping my hair. “You guys are already shitfaced.” Dad chuckled from his seat, eyes bloodshot, his pile of chips almost wiped out while the others sat on fat stacks. He’d been bleeding money hard all night.

Tyler's POV Dylan is a perfect example of “don't judge a book by its cover”. The hotel he picked alone told me a lot about him that I wouldn't think about if I saw him outside. It wasn't the kind of place that announced itself loudly. No valet line stretching around the block, no lighting designed to make everyone look like they were being photographed. Just a quiet corner restaurant in the west village with good wine and a menu that was ambitious without being ridiculous and tables spaced far enough apart that you could have an actual conversation.

he snapped the book shut, dust puffing off the spine–“I’m surprised you even talk.” Rowan crossed his arms. “What, just cause I'm not Erwin?” Rowan muttered. Floyd snorted, “Yeah, dude never shuts up” he slid the book back into place. “What book are you even looking for?” Floyd ignored the question, dropped into a chair, and fanned the pages of another book like a deck of cards. “You should be at the feast. I’m not here to chat.” Rowan raised a brow. “Could say the same for you.”

When I realized who had arrived, I swallowed hard. "Alpha Greyson..." I said via our mental link. But he remained silent. Dylan was bleeding on the ground when I looked around. He appears to have a wound as a result of Alpha Greyson's throw on him. When Dylan sprang up and tried to flee, I swallowed hard! Alpha Greyson attacked him right away, but four rogue wolves blocked his path, giving Dylan a chance to flee. Alpha Greyson demolished the four fasts. Alpha Greyson steered clear of the four. But it was too late, Dylan was gone when he finished killing the four rogues.