Dylan Moore Audiobook Novels & Stories

“I always thought you looked familiar but I couldn’t remember why.” Dylan said. “I have told you before that your obsession with criminals was strange.” Noah added. As everyone looked over at Noah and Dylan in confusion, Noah was quick to explain Dylan's childhood dream of tracking down criminals of all kinds. It wasn’t until his father later gave him a love of music instead that would become his new dream. Dylan has an entire bookshelf full of profiles of all kinds of criminals throughout the decades and from all over the world. In a way, he almost felt ashamed of himself for not recognising the CEO sooner.

I say, my voice already tight. He leans forward slightly, watching as I open the video.the sound fills the room— Dylan’s voice too soft too rehearsed.Hes sitting in what looks like his home office framed perfectly by a shelf of strategically placed trophies and books. his hair is styled just so his eyes glossy the perfect image of a man wronged. “i want to start by saying Im sorry,” he begins voice trembling as if its fighting tears. “i have made mistakes in my past. i was young reckless and i didnt always treat people right.But the truth is…”

“Your son is dead, as promised, Mr. Moore. Alongside his friends and his men.” Moore shook like a leaf under a storm, every cell in him trembling with shock and disbelief. He staggered back and would have fallen if not for the desk behind him. “W—what have you done?” he trembled. “I was only keeping my promise, asshole. Remember what I told you if you attacked him again?” ‘I will head to the damn hospital, finish off your son by killing him and his dumb friends. After that, I will destroy your whole fucking empire before dipping my hand into your chest and pulling out your still-beating heart.’

She cried, clinging to my jacket. I hope so, I really do. - Dylan's POV (4 hours later) I woke up to the metalic taste of blood on my mouth and a pounding headache. Looking around, everything was black and I couldn't make out anything in the room. I couldn't even tell where I was. My arms were tied tightly behind my back. "Hello!" I called out, hoping that someone would hear me. I tried squeezing my hands out of whatever was binding them but to no avail.

“I wanted to see the man whose disgusting blood runs through my veins and helped create me. I wanted to look into his eyes and tell him that he’s not a man and he will never be the one I call father.” With my mouth agape, I look at the scene unfolding in front of me. Dylan definitely had killing intent; I can see it in his Baranov blue eyes. Ayden’s scowl deepens at Dylan’s words, and when I look at Dakota, she has a hand in front of her mouth and tears well up in her eyes. “How… how did you know all that?” she asks, as shocked at his words as I was. Dylan shrugs. “You shouldn’t leave your diary lying around, mom. Oh, that and the fact that I hacked into your patient file at the clinic you w

Girls are out of my priorities" the young man whose name happens to be Moon, scoffed while glaring hard at her. "Seriously?" Stone let out a low laugh and caressed the lady's cheek. "She has flawless skin, She's endowed. I would have had her for myself, I thought I was being kind." He pushed the lady and she fell, immediately. While he lighted a cigarette. "If that's why you called me, I will take my leave then." He made to leave but Stone spoke up, making him stop "Not so fast, Moon! I still have the records here. I can play it anytime I want, to the police and you know things won't be nice." He smirked, twirling a tape.

“Don’t tease me… please, Domenico… I can’t take it.” He pushed forward, just the tip breaching me, stretching my tight walls. My eyes rolled back and a loud, guttural moan tore from my throat. “Ahhh! Yes… fuck yes…” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He was so big. So thick. The burn was delicious, overwhelming. He sank in another inch, slow and deliberate, letting me feel every ridge, every vein.

I could see the battle raging within him as he struggled to reconcile his feelings towards Aurelia, me, and the situation at hand. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dylan let out a heavy sigh. His voice softened, but there was still a hint of skepticism. "Danciana," he said, his tone tinged with caution. "I hope you know what you're doing. We've come too far for things to go wrong now."

“What, no hug?” Grayson didn’t dignify that with a response. “Why are you here?” Dylan grinned. “Thought I’d check in. You’ve been unusually... domestic lately. Sunnydale’s not your usual haunt. You’ve been hiding out in that estate like some kind of lovesick ghost.” Grayson’s stare was flat. “Get to the point.” Dylan leaned in, eyes sharp now despite the lazy posture. “Word is, Grayson Moore’s gone soft.” “Watch your words,” Grayson warned.

I frowned, glancing at him. He didn’t answer. Just took my hand and pushed the door open, revealing a well-equipped prison cell. “Well, well. What did I do to deserve the pleasure of guests?” Dylan’s voice echoed through the space. He rolled out from a shadowed corner in a wheelchair. He looked rough… not like the man he used to be. I turned to Adrian, my heart pounding. “If it isn’t the happy couple,” Dylan said mockingly. You’d think being locked would grow him manners.