Dylan Moore Audiobook Novels & Stories

I searched his eyes but I couldn't make sense of it. "I wish I could have loved you enough. Because now I've lost you. My mistakes have landed me alone. All alone." Another sob escaped Moore's lips and he took the bottle from me and took a gulp. End of flashback. Moore was speaking with a man. He stopped when he saw me. "Miss Marli, what are you doing—" "We need to talk." I rushed out before he could start asking questions. Moore shot me a confused look before he sighed. "Daniel look through the files once again, I need to reform the letters and send them back to my desk," He spoke sharply and the other man was on his way out almost immediately.

The static and sound of a breaking phone case made the person over the phone flinch. In an indifferent tone, Paul spoke. "Warn them. You know what to do with the dirty thing." "... Teach a lesson or directly kill?" "A lesson first. Castrate him after. If he resists, then silence him forever." To that merciless remark, Dylan hastily uttered his prayer for the stupid kid. 'It's his fault for angering who he should not. Of all girls out there, why set his sight to Miss Moore?' When Dylan put down the call and dialed another number to execute the orders, he was also wondering to himself.

I peeked under and my heart almost jumped out when I saw a pair of piercing green eyes staring at me and in no time I recognized who the eyes belonged to. Dylan I hurriedly scrambled to pick up my phone and sprint far away from him before he started anything but I was too late and he grabbed my phone. He took the earpiece and plugged it into his ear and let out a smile while I watched him closely unsure what was going to happen next. “You listen to the weekend?” he asked and I nodded slowly “You don't look like someone who has good taste in music” he laughed like he just told the funniest joke “Please can I have my phone?” I asked my voice trembling as I spoke, I began to regret why I didn't

They surged, drawn to his proximity like iron filings to a magnet. I could see the bioluminescence beginning to bleed through the fabric of my robe—a pale, ghostly light that made the matte-black metal of my chains look like ribs of shadow. I was slipping again. The Moore estate was screaming. I could feel the heat of the server farm's self-destruct sequence melting the soles of my shoes. “Father?” I whispered into the delirium. I saw Leo Moore Sr. in the flames. He wasn't running. He was shaking hands with a younger Damian Morton, their fingers interlaced in a pact made of silver and blood.

He had to help me now. A loud bang slammed against the door, and I jumped. "Will you shut up already?" Dylan's voice exploded through the room, and my heart immediately dropped. "I gave you the easier option, to be here, under my control, and live happily, but you chose wrong. Why are you in there pleading to the Moon God? You, you delinquent who should have died but didn't. You're dead wrong if you think any god is having mercy on you," he said, his voice dripping with irritation.

"What's gotten into you? You were such a good girl in our past lives…" I never heard what he said after that, as the realization struck me—he had been reborn too. Hatred new and old swelled inside me, and I glared at him murderously. He raised the hammer again, and said, "Why don't you start begging? Do that, and I'll spare you." "Never!" I snarled through my teeth. "Either you die, or I do!" Incensed, Dylan raised the hammer in the air, but that was when an authoritative voice bellowed, "What do you think you're doing?!"

As soon as I pick up, a familiar deep voice asked “Am I talking to Elena Moore?” “Y-Yes… who is it?” “I’m Dylan Montgomery and I want to propose a deal” “W-What?” “I’ll be at Saint Mary Hotel tomorrow by 9am. We’ll discuss the matter in detail. Don’t be late. I hate waiting for too long” I didn’t get the chance to process the information and the phone went mute. That would be a long night since anxiety was chewing me inside out.

Please save me from these Demons! Dylan then heaved a deep sigh. He tugged his hands in the pocket of his pants and spoke in a serious tone. Dylan: Don't worry that's not gonna happen. Mrs. Black: And how are you so sure about that? She frowned watching his tranquillity. Dylan: Remember the tracker, Mom? That I implanted in her body? I can used to trace her location like I used it today and caught this bitch from running away. My eyes widened.

Her words echoed in his mind – ‘My decisions have nothing to do with you. Dylan leaned against the wall, his fingers tapping out a rhythm as he delved into his thoughts. *** In the bustling infirmary, Callie was surprised to find Dylan in the consultation room at the end of a busy day. She furrowed her brow. ‘General Sheppard, if I recall correctly, I changed your bandage this morning.’ Dylan lounged in the consultation room chair, his eyes wandering. The captivating mole beneath his eyelid was his signature. ‘What’s the matter? Can’t I pay you a visit for reasons other than treatment? Your indifference is slightly hurtful, you know.’

The city skyline disappeared into blackness. Backup generators did not kick in. Security alarms did not sound. Which meant— “They’re inside the system,” Dylan said quietly. A slow knock echoed from the front door. Three deliberate taps. My breath stalled. Another knock. Then a voice, distorted through the door. “Mrs. Moore.” Dylan’s grip on my hand tightened. “They know you’re here,” he murmured. The knock came again. Harder this time. And whoever was standing on the other side of that door