Dylan Farrow Novel Novels & Stories

Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books. I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.

With nowhere to direct his rage, Dylan kicked the shelf in the corner over. He scanned the empty quarter as a sense of dread overtook him. “Sarah… “I hope she isn’t trying to do anything drastic…” Dylan smashed the window. The broken shards flew everywhere, cutting his arm. The sharp pang reminded him of Sarah’s scarred body. By the looks of the injuries, she must be hurting. He could not fathom the extent of Sarah’s suffering. She survived five years on a remote island, only to be reduced to a servant upon her return.

No wonder Carl Conway chose the charge of treason when he framed Elias; the general must have drawn inspiration from his own life. Dylan committed the file’s contents to memory, then carefully placed the file back, leaving no traces of it having been disturbed. He checked his watch. With two hours to go before dawn, he had plenty of time for what he’d planned. *** As the sky brightened, sunlight streamed through the window. Hungover, Mindy woke up with a groan. Opening her eyes, she saw Dylan by the bed, wearing just a pair of pants, his upper body bare. Removing the blanket, she was surprised and delighted to find she wasn’t wearing anything.

Lilith in his arms, he still glared at me and warned: "Even if you marry me then, don't even think about bullying Lilith. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting tragedy repeat itself!" Let tragedy repeat itself? My heart jolted. I didn't expect Sol to say something like that. Could it be that he has also been reborn? Sol didn't wait for my response. He picked Lilith up in his arms and strode away, leaving me standing alone in the crowded market. I watched their retreating backs, a cold smile surfacing at the corners of my mouth. Go ahead, Sol. Enjoy your freedom to your heart’s content. Because this time, the person I choose will definitely not be you.

Beyond them, sprawling grounds stretched into the distance, lit by lanterns and guarded towers. The Red Claw Pack. Dylan’s territory. His kingdom. My heart raced as the gates opened slowly, the car driving past the guards who bowed their heads in respect to Dylan. To my mate. “Welcome home,” Dylan said quietly, his eyes never leaving mine. Home. The word nearly broke me. For so long, home had been a place of chains and pain. Could this place, this man, truly be different? Amy pressed against me, her voice certain. Yes. With him, we will rise. With him, we will fight. With him, we will finally be free.

___________________________________________ The morning came with the Blood Moon Pack's alarm bell, indicating the start of the day, busying everyone with their regular pack duties. Alpha Dylan sat at the garden of his pack house, a book in one hand , the other creasing his lower lips thinking very deeply. A untouched coffee mug sat on the low table. He stare at the distance, eyes intense, lost in unknown thought. The pages of the book flipped back and forth by the force of wind. The coffee turned cold, long forgotten. He stayed stiff, with no care of the world. Last night felt unreal, he hardly believed his own eyes, seeing him again after years has bring back a hidden feeling deep inside.

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.”