Dylan Moore Audiobook Novels & Stories

✿MOANA✿ Dylan stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The lock clicked softly in the darkness and I heard him cross the room, his bare feet silent on the floor, until he was standing next to my bed. "Dylan, what are you doing here?" I whispered. "I'm hungry," he said. I looked up at him and even in the darkness I could see the smirk on his lips, the way his green eyes were shining with something that looked like mischief and hunger and desire all rolled into one.

Both Drake and Dylan stopped fighting as soon as they heard her voice, but their moods were opposite. Dylan's expression changed to one of disbelief and dizziness as he dropped his arms, causing blood to run down his arms and soak the ground below him. The injuries on Dylan's body were extensive, giving him an eerie appearance. The flesh and blood had a torn taste, fresh blood was gushing out of the wounds, dirt-covered the body, and the clothing was in pitiable tatters.

"Aaaahhh!" Upon hearing Diana's gratifying moans, Dylan grinned. He sucked her nipple as if his life depended on it, leaving a lewd suckling sound along with her moans. Dylan pushed her to the trunk with no space left between them but a measly clothes that had long been torn into half, lying miserably around Diana's hips.

“Dylan, it's okay. She's going to die.” Dylan scowled in fury, ignoring the vibration of the phone in his pocket. “Let her die.” “Big brother Dylan, if she dies, you'll go to prison.” Ellie cried out anxiously. Upon hearing this, Dylan froze and threw Aubree onto the bed, knowing they were right. Air rushes back into Aubree's lungs; her chest heaves, and she falls heavily in a struggle to regain herself. “You bitch, you are lucky.” He articulated with a scowl and took a step back as if to leave the ward.

I was relieved because I thought he would be angry, fortunately he is very kind. "Yes Dylan," I happily answered him. ---------- While Dylan and Ry are happily eating dinner, a silhouette is planning to get the person he wants. "Just a little more my love, just a little more," whispered by the mysterious guy.

Vera asked. "No I'm not," Molly responded. "Mm, who are you today?" "Molly Hammers." "I see a motherly aura around you," Vera said knitting on. "Um yes . . . Molly Hammers is a mother. A single mother to a six year old boy. Dylan." "Well, isn't that interesting?" "What's happening to me?" Molly asked. "I keep dying and coming back over and over again . . . Why? Why is this happening to me?" Vera stopped knitting and paused for a moment; her cloudy white eyes looking into the distance as though she could see something in it.

“Oh, come on.” Before he could stop me, I snatched his phone from the cup holder and immediately started scrolling through it. My expression twisted in horror. “Jaxon.” “What?” “There are no songs here.” “There are.” “No, there aren't. There are podcasts, recordings, battle reports, and what appears to be an audiobook about military strategy.” Daniel snorted. Ryan looked mildly interested for the first time all trip. “What kind of psychopath drives for hours without music?” “The productive kind,” Jaxon replied.

“It’s just makeup, Dylan. Nothing special. Alpha Rune didn’t want me to look like I’d been locked away for who knows how long.” Dylan frowned slightly, as if he didn’t quite believe me, but he let it go. “Well, whatever it is, it suits you.” Before I could respond, Dylan’s father appeared nearby, catching his attention. “I should go speak with my father,” Dylan said apologetically. “But we’ll catch up later, okay?” “Of course,” I replied, watching as he walked away. But just as he disappeared into the crowd, I heard something that made me freeze in place, a moan coming from down the corridor. My breath caught in my throat, and a strange, overwhelming emotion gripped me, one I couldn’t quite

"I want to be a fly on the wall when he tells your parents. I know it's going to be entertaining." "I know. I might go down there to soften the blow." The next morning, I was woken up by my phone ringing. "Who's this?" "It's Dylan. White Moon pack has disappeared."

She could hear his breathing getting heavier; she knew he was deeply enjoying the blowjob. She swirled her tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, driving him mad with desire. Aaron was already sweating; He couldn't stop groaning and moaning with pleasure. Alexia drooled and slobbered all over his lap, trying to make the blowjob as wet and messy as possible. "Ohhh damn, this feels so good Alexia, so fucking good.., too good..." he moaned. She made sexual sounds to excite him; a week of watching porn had taught her, that men love hearing erotic moans from women.