Dylan Is In Trouble Novels & Stories

Riley sobbed, "I don't mind suffering a little, but Jordan is so young... Sharon is bullying us too much. Just because we are generous, does she think she can keep bullying us like this?" "Mr. Collins, Ms. Milton and James have hurt me..." Jordan cried too. Sean looked at them, feeling deeply uncomfortable in his heart. After a moment's hesitation, he said firmly, "Let's call the police." He shouldn't have been protecting the evil mother and son, letting Riley and Jordan suffer again and again. It was too unfair to them! This was the first time he had suggested calling the police, and Riley froze. "There's no need to call the police."

They rushed down the stairs as Dylan mumbled to himself. "This is bad,” he whispered as he struggled to button his shirt. "This is really bad. We're in trouble." Logan followed behind him, carrying the cooler as if nothing unusual had happened. "Dylan." "We're going to get detention," Dylan said. "Probably not," Logan said casually. "Or suspended,” Dylan continued, his breathing heightening. "Or they're going to call our parents." Logan laughed. "Relax." Dylan stopped halfway down and spun around. "Relax?" he asked in disbelief, half-shouting. "We spent the whole night on a school roof with alcohol!"

"That is not true! You have no idea what you're talking about. Evan is no child, they are the same age, and Callum did not almost kill him, you're a liar!" My father stood up calmly and walked in front of me. "Didn't the two of you break up? Did he not cheat on you?" "We didn't, I mean he didn't. I-" he raised his hand to silence me. "Was he in juvenile detention, yes or no." "Dad, you don't understand, he-" "Yes or no, Dylan?" He asked sternly. I could feel myself beginning to cry. "Yes, but it's not what you think." I said, trying to blink my tears away.

Denzel finally agreed, weighing the odds. Dylan pulled out his phone and dialed the number. It rang for several seconds before Oscar finally answered. “Hello, Mr. Gray,” Dylan said, his voice cracking. The moment Oscar heard Dylan, he knew something was wrong. “Dylan? Where are you?” “We’re at a birthday party, and this wicked old woman is accusing Diamond of stealing,” Dylan blurted out. “A birthday party?” Oscar murmured in confusion. “Yes, Mr. Gray, please—we don’t want them to take us to the police,” Dylan pleaded and quickly hung up.

“You don't have to babysit me or watch my back, you are better than this Natalia" "Do you have an antidote to the poison?" Dylan scoffed. “Let's go back, I don't want to waste more of my time talking nonsense with you” Natalia cackled. “You've got to have an antidote for the poison, what if you make mistakes that would endanger either of our lives?" Dylan suddenly grasped her neck tightly and snarled. “I am Dylan and I make no mistakes” "There is no antidote to the poison"

I snapped, more annoyed than scared; he’d ruined the only quiet moment for me. Dylan’s gaze darted to the wine scattered on the floor. “What happened here? Why’s there wine everywhere? Was it Rylan? I just saw him leave. I said hello, and he didn’t even answer me.” “How would he answer you? With his foot?” I said, flat. Dylan ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed. “Oh, right..he doesn’t talk. But, Mom, when will I start working at the company? Aren’t I a Blackwood? What’s going on?”

“There never was. So do yourself a favor… and stay the hell away from me. And while you’re at it? Maybe stop obsessing over what I had in my mouth… and start worrying about the seed you planted in your wife. You know, Kayla? About this tall, mentally unstable, your other terrible mistake?” Really, Kira? I cringed internally. That’s the best comeback you could come up with? God, I seriously needed better comebacks if I was going to survive in this damn house full of snakes. Dylan ran a frustrated hand through his hair and stepped forward again. I shifted slightly, positioning myself closer to the edge of the hallway, ready to bolt if necessary. He raised his hands in mock surrender.

He doesn't seem to be himself anymore. "Dylan, you really confuse me." Yin expressed concern, "What happened in the end, must there be a reason for you to behave strangely like this?" "You dare to pretend in front of me?" Dylan shouted loudly: "Your innocent look really disgusts me." Dylan forgot that the door wasn't closed yet. It was open, this conversation could be overheard by people in the hallway. Dylan is crazy, don't forget that. So he is not in the mood to remember the consequences of his actions.

Dylan didn't say anything, he let them sit in silence and he looked at all of them one after the other, he wanted to see which one of them that was nervous and would shake, but he couldn't catch any, yes they were nervous but it could also be because they knew they fucked up big time because Emma was taken. After a few minutes, Dylan stood up and walked to the front of them. “Marcus and Josh, step forward.” Dylan said and the two men immediately shuffled forward, their heads bowed. “Raise your heads, I want you to look me in the eyes when you tell me how exactly it was that you fucked up so bad that my daughter was taken.” Dylan snarled at them. “Marcus you go first.” Dylan told him.

Dylan was left speechless by her statement. "I don't care if you're from the Lawson family or any other family. You're causing trouble for no apparent reason. What exactly do you want?" Lyla snorted. "Larissa stole my man. If I don't find trouble with her, who should I find trouble with?" "Your man? Are you talking about Ambrose?" Dylan became furious again. "So it's Ambrose causing troublesome love affairs once more!" Vincent asked curiously, "Uncle Dylan, what do you mean by troublesome love affairs?"