Dylan O'brien Dating Novels & Stories

“The baby. Why do you say the baby is Dylan's, even though the baby is mine?" "What do you mean? This is Dylan's," Angel tried to cover up her nervousness by turning her gaze in another direction. "Liar. I met Dylan this afternoon. He was with a woman. His lover." Angel wasn't too surprised about that. Dylan did have a new girlfriend. Her name was Claire. A few days ago when they met, Dylan told her about a girl who caught his attention. The girl was from Tennessee and had just made her debut as a model. Dylan paired up with Claire for a summer clothing photo shoot. After their first meeting in California, they started texting frequently and decided to pursue a relationship. At first, Dylan

Dylan said, laying it back down on the table. It took her a second to realize that Liam was the Texan. She pulled the paper back towards her. “It is finished.” An obnoxious snort erupted from him. “Yeah, right.” “It is,” Zephyra insisted, crossing her arms over her chest. “No way,” Dylan shot with a look of stupefied awe. “I have more exes than this.” “Yeah, I wouldn’t brag about that, player,” Zephyra said, flashing him her toothy smile. “And if you say anything about being a nymph, I swear to God I will stick this pencil in your eye, got it?”

To take the heat off of his own embarrassment, Dylan scowls, “well what about you, mr athletic super star, do i even want to know how many people will brag about being your ex once you’re famous?” Andre laughs so hard Dylan has to turn the volume down a tiny bit. The only time his parents give a shit about his presence is to eavesdrop on his personal life and give their unsolicited opinions. "I’ve only been in one serious relationship, that was hyungsik. before him my last boyfriend was when i was basically a child, he is now grown and in a throuple with my older brother.” Dylan’s eyes go impossibly wide, “a throuple?! like three people?”

By his side was an elegantly dressed Dylan with a kind face and a camera slung over his shoulder ready to document the visit properly. Just then, Brian strode into the foyer, car keys jingling in his hand. His eyes swept over the assembled group, his wife, beaming, his father-in-law, positively glowing, the twins, ready for an adventure, and now, Dylan a volunteered personal photographer. A laugh of pure, unburdened joy escaped him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Obed," he greeted him happily. Dylan tapped his shoulder and responded, "Good afternoon, Son. You are doing well," he said looking at the twins.

Even Grandma has angrily watched us. Dylan raised my hand and showed the ring to the entire world. "I am engaged to Ashley Weber, My girlfriend. And I am going to marry her next month." Dylan announced it, Grandma dragged her wheelchair towards us. She looked extremely annoyed. "Dylan, what is this nonsense? You are leaving no stone unturned to ruin the reputation of the Marcov family. People gathered here to attend your engagement, not the drama you putting in front of people." Grandma asked him. Dylan held my hand.

“Nah, I’m fine. Really, I am, plus… I have a date to get to, remember?” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t go out with that stupid jerk.” I raised my eyebrows. “You know, there’s really no need for name-calling. I’m going out with him, and that’s that.” “He’s not good enough for you, Brielle. I know his type.” “Ryan has been nothing but a gentleman to me Dylan, so if you don’t have any concrete reason as to why I should not go out with him, I would appreciate it very much if we talked about something else instead.” I quipped conclusively.

"Aren't you going to say anything about the D³ brothers? Serenity asked, almost stepping on Olivia's toes. "There's nothing special about Serenity. Dylan is the oldest and he's always busy with the family business and his own. Declan is an artist that loves flirting with girls on stage. Moreover, he's single but a player. And the third among them is Daniel. He's just like our beloved late Mason. Gentle and also an introvert and--- (She interrupt her again) "Have you seen the three before? " "Yeah! I saw them, In Fact it was the whole family I saw ---

She couldn't even remember the last time someone had held her like this, like she was an egg. The cleared his throat and Avery quickly stood properly. "I'm so sorry" she rushed. "It's fine" the man smiled. "I should be the one apologizing, I was in such a hurry." "I'm sorry" he added "what's your name by the way?" "I'm Avery..." She said. "That's a lovely name." The man compliment. "I'm Dylan O'Brien, I'm here on business and I'll be staying for a couple of days. I hope to see you around"

POPULAR BILLIONAIRE, ROBERT CLARKE, CAUGHT IN A ROMANTIC RUSE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND & SON. The article described and fabricated theories about Dylan being Renee's ex. They even had photos to prove it. My mind replayed the article's content as the words flashed before my eyes, and my jaw gritted in anger and shame. That's when it struck me. This was true. I remembered Renee had been surprised to see Dylan at the party that night. I vividly recalled what she’d said and how she’d apologized to him before leaving. Dylan was Renee's ex.

"Julian, you’ve been incredibly hectic recently, right? Difficult to contact you. I nearly believed you were involved in a trillion-dollar project or something similar." I released a deep breath, not due to wanting him to leave, but because I was too troubled to act like everything was fine. “What is it that you desire?” Dylan plopped down onto the couch, appearing frustratingly at ease. "I have some updates." Christian is tying the knot this week. “He desires your presence alongside Ophelia.” My head jerked upward. My eyebrows knitted tightly. “Why is it Ophelia?” Dylan stared at me as if I were the odd one. “Why not? Isn’t Ophelia your spouse now?”