Novel & Cerita Dylan Moore Audiobook

" I heard the voice whispered in my ear, a promise that made my soul yearn to reach, that made me fall to my knees, taking a deep breath as tears streamed down my face. It was so easy, so easy to give up. To never feel that pain again and to give up this rage that consumes me. All I had to do was curl up in this darkness and make it my blanket, my protection, my shield. "I'm tired..." My voice is a whisper and when I finally realize that that darkness is going to take me I am pulled out. Dylan POV

So when Moira said she was fine, he believed her immediately and didn't ask any further questions. "Do you want another drink?" Dillan asked, and Moira nodded. He brought a glass of champagne, handed it to her, and she seemed to have regained control of her emotions as she sipped the drink carefully. She couldn't get drunk because there were many things she had to do the next day. Not long after, someone greeted Dillan, who immediately introduced the man to Moira. "Professor Dawn, I want to introduce you to a genius. Do you know about 'Dash!'? The app that helps us learn different languages?" said Dillan to the man, who seemed enthusiastic to meet someone he had recommended.

Dolly replied immediately, “Absolutely enough! And if it’s not, I’ll personally camp out at the factory starting today.” Talk about motivation—Dolly was fully geared up when it came to making money. We brainstormed for a bit longer when another call came through. I glanced at the familiar number and picked up. The voice on the other end was aged and steady. “Evelyn, it’s Richard Moore.” Richard Moore? He let out a dry chuckle. “Evelyn, have you checked the stock market today?” I shook my head. “No, I haven’t paid attention.” He asked, “What’s Miles playing at? Is he planning to crash the market first and then acquire Moore Group?”

Dylan stumbles into view, chest heaving, eyes wild. “Fuck—Is she—” His words catch in his throat. He staggers, face paling, muscles locking as if seized by rigamortis. “Dylan?” Ethan murmurs, dread bleeding into his voice. Cracks spiderwebbed across Dylan’s skin, jagged like earthquake fissures. He looked at me—eyes wide, pleading. Dust drifts off him in tiny motes. I watched horrified, as his lips crumbled to dust. His jaw fell away in a silent scream as the rest of him dissolved, scattering into the wind. My heart hammers.

Andre is really going to punch him, “as if he isn’t constantly worried enough. You better watch it, I’ll end your life for him Dan” Daniel laughs and throws his empty water bottle at his head, “the fucked up part is i actually think you would!” “love will make a man do crazy things” Andre smiles at him softly “so you better claim your man and not let those asswipes make him feel like shit” Dylan only has one goal for the next 16 hours until his flight….lay low. no interactions that aren’t necessary other than telling grandma bye. he’s waiting until everyone is asleep to shower and finish packing and he’ll be gone before they even wake up for work.

I groaned. Dylan chuckled, “I understand” and murmured, “Mates” with a sigh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I apologetically squeezed Kat’s shoulder and returned behind the bar to hide. Wanda and Jody appeared behind the counter in record time, and it confused me because most of their tables were vacant, which meant they didn’t appear before me for drink orders. “Liv! Do you know who you were talking to?” asked Jody with a sickly fan-girl giggle. Yeah. An arrogant jerk. “Should I?” “That’s Dominic Moore! He’s only the richest, most handsome guy in this city. Girl, is your head under a rock?” Wanda added.

I screamed in Dylan's ear, but he wasn't bothered at all. For a long time, Dylan and I agreed to fake our deaths in order to escape Hayden's grip. While I pretended to be dead from a monster attack, Dylan pretended to be dead from a potion overdose that made him melt in prison. That was the most plausible scenario that Hayden could accept because he had seen his slaves die many times in various conditions.

Thanks, Audrey. AUDREY: Fuck off! Don't fucking thank me and this better be the last time you fucking blackmail me with that shit ever again! Dylan scoffed obnoxiously. "Yeah, well, see about that," he whispered to himself, shoving his phone into the pocket of his slacks. With a speed that could rival The Flash, Dylan tossed the couch cushions here and there, making a mess out of the living room, and ruining the hard work the cleaning services had put into making his house spotless.

Ink splattered across everything and taped directly to the locker door was a piece of paper. SCHOLARSHIP TRASH DOESN’T BELONG HERE.My chest tightened painfully. For a second, I just stared at it silently while humiliation and anger fought inside me. Then footsteps stopped beside me,I immediately turned around to see that it's Dylan. His eyes moved lazily over the destroyed books before landing on the note.Then slowly…...A smirk appeared on his face. “Welcome to Blackwood.”