Dylan O'brien Girlfriend Novels & Stories

They all went silent, the kind of silence that was pregnant with words. “I have a female friend, she’s cute we could arrange a date…” Cyrus started. But Dylan chuckled. “Come on I have a girlfriend, her name is Nina Story, her dad owns an auto mechanics company, that’s where I work now” he cut in. “Great, that’s kind of huge, you should bring her over sometime” Mr. Walsh said. “Are you seeing her because of money?” Mathew cut in. Dylan frowned. He least expected that from Mathew, he knew he wasn’t that kind of person. So wherever that question was coming from he really surprised him. He started to wonder if anyone thought same, he worried Nina’s parents would think so too. He shook his head,

My breath caught. It was Dylan. Orla sprang to her feet, running to him, throwing her arms around his waist like she had been waiting her whole life for this moment. “You’re finally here, baby,” she sobbed like a doll baby. I stared at them, disbelief crashing through me. “What was he doing here?” I thought. When did they get together? “So,” I said slowly, voice trembling despite myself trying to be calm. “you two are… together now?” Dylan didn’t look at me.

Jessica said, as she started to sob, and Remy hadn't ended the phone call yet. "Sister, are you aware that Dylan went to his launching ceremony with another woman today, and he even dared to announce to his fans and to the media and general public who were trying to interview him that the woman is his new wife?" "Huh, no! I cannot believe that. She's only his friend, and Dylan is not secretly married to any woman," Jessica cried, and the phone call went silent. "My friend called me and told me about the lady too, but she's only Dylan's friend and they are not dating or married," Jessica tried to advise herself, but Remy sighed heavily first, "Hmph..."

“You know Dylan Wilson? The actor?” “Dylan Wilson,” he repeated the name and stared at her to see if she was just joking. Yes, he knew Dylan, Olivia’s boyfriend after him. They were engaged now. And he thought she would be talking about her story. What did Dylan have to do with her? “Yeah, I know him. Why?’ “He’s my ex-boyfriend,” she answered without batting an eyelash.

Dylan's POV The weekend was boring, Oliver had called to hang out with me, that would keep my day busy alittle, we met at a bar, she said a lot about her self, am feeling sleepy at her story she was making me super bored, each time my heart drifts to Pia and how worried she was the last time I saw her, it is taking everything within me to go over to her place to see her. "Dylan do you have a girlfriend" her questions woke me up I simply zipped my drink "oh yeah baby, alot" I said playfully "seriously Dylan" she says with a serious face, "I don't have a girlfriend for now but am sure I will have one soon" I replied with a serious face, her face lit up and she smiled widely and kissed me hotly

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I just wanted to say, I have known Dylan for a really long time and though he can be stubborn, he is a good person and sensible. So you two will work your issue very soon, especially coupled with the vacation. Where are you guys going by the way?" "Oh, I don't know, he didn't tell me." Blair scratched the back of his neck. "Oh, it's going to be a surprise? That's so cute." Blair wished she could say the same. She already suspected that Donna knew her marriage to Dylan was an arranged one. Donna wasn't stupid and especially what she had just said to Blair confirmed her suspicion. "Especially since Dylan was so busy you guys couldn't even

“It’s lovely to finally meet you, Dylan.” “The pleasure is all mine, Helen,” he replied, his voice polite and sincere. “Dylan will be staying with us for a while, Mom,” I added, watching her reaction. “Oh, of course, dear,” she said without hesitation. “I was just about to show him the room Francis used to…” “Actually, Mom,” I interjected gently, “Dylan will be staying in my room.” A flash of confusion crossed her face before Dylan stepped in smoothly. “Helen,” he said, his arm slipping around my waist, pulling me gently against him, “Evelyn and I are together. We’re… girlfriend and boyfriend.”

All the good parts she remembered with a hefty dose of danger, making the office sex some of the best she’d ever had. Even better, though, had been Dylan. The revelation that those pictures had been of a girlfriend, alright—but a dead girlfriend, one he mourned for nearly two years after the fact— had been glorious. There was no hidden wife, no girlfriend lurking in the shadows, stealing part of his heart. The ride on the train home helped her to downshift. She needed to think this through without Josie wisecracking in her ear and without that inner, doubting voice. Sitting on the half-empty train gave her space to think. All the other

he said and turn to console Selena hugging her “Selena is my fiancé now and I hope you respect that and leave her alone, you have business with me not her” “No Dylan, I don’t have business with any of you” “Stop the pretense Shaina you are still obsessed with Dylan and want him for yourself, you are so shameless” one of the ladies cut in “I know you’ve always like me but I’m with your sister now you should realize that and let go” Dylan said again annoying her “So you know I’ve always liked you yet you kept me by your side giving me false hope?” she asked disappointed

She asked Dylan. “Actually, I do. I have a wife, her name is Anastasia, and we have a daughter, her name is Emma; she's the sweetest girl in the world.” Dylan said, talking about his family brought a smile to his face. “They both sound amazing, I hope I get to meet them someday.” Maria said. “They'd love to meet you too Maria.” Dylan said. “Wait a minute, you don't mean the same, Anastasia, do you? Your childhood crush?” Maria asked Dylan.