Dylan O'brien Novels & Stories

He said, as he ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair. My cheeks began to warm. "It's nice to see you again too." I replied, trying to lessen the grin on my face. "Is this your girlfriend Cal?" The little girl asked, with a curious smile. My cheeks got even redder, as did Callum's to my surprise. "No, she's my friend." He replied, looking back at me sheepishly. "I'm Dylan, it's nice to meet you." I said, looking down at her. Her eyes were identical to Callum's and she was absolutely beautiful.

I have a thing for baseball players, and at a party this past semester I was talking to a guy on the baseball team called “Dylan”. Dylan and I had talked before so he knew that I was gay. He has a girlfriend as well. Dylan is about 6 foot 3, lanky with a well defined six-pack and of course a fantastic ass and great abs. He has brown eyes and curly brown hair. I’d crushed on him so hard and thought about him while jerking off but figured he was straight.

He scoffed. "Wow... You don't even know my name??" He asked. "Why should I bother??" I asked back. "I don't like the title... Don't bother just call me by my name." He said. "Which is?" "Damian Black." I almost spat out the food that was in my mouth. "The Damian Black?? Then that means..." "That's right. I'm the owner of Black and Co designers." He said smugly. What the hell?!?!?!

Somewhere from the corner of my eyes felt Cole's gaze on me. "Whatever" she replied. "Come on everyone give each other their introduction," Dylan said. "So, who's going to be first?" Cole asked. Dylan raised his hands. "My name is Dylan Frazier as you all know. I'm 17 years old, I'm in senior high school, and I go to the same school as you all. My eye colour is blue, my hair colour is brown. Height is 6 ft and not to forget I also have six-packs. In short, I'm that type of person you can't forget easily." he said with a wink.

Dylan was the most famous, renowned, young, handsome, and richest musician in the country and across the continent. He was admired and adored by the whole country. I heard no one gets in physical contact with him except for his family members and manager. He was also the heir to the Talen's Empire. Although he had step-siblings. Yes, he was from a polygamous family. Although rumors have it that his mum, Flora Talen slept with her best friend's husband, Chris Talen. Who married her after he found out she was pregnant for him.

I had to quickly think of how to keep him close, that was how I told him I was a lesbian, so he won't have issues with being with me. I had to listen to him talk about his Erica every time I went visiting him, I pretended to give him a listening ear when in my deepest of hearts, I wanted him for myself. Who wouldn't love or want Damian Anderson? He is tall, he is handsome, caring, and to top the chart, he is a secret billionaire. Who needs love when there is so much money flying around. Damian is a big spender and he has unknowingly been helping me sponsor my secret addiction. With the global economic meltdown, the price of purchasing coke and other hard drugs from the street has tripled. My

Dylan snorted in dissatisfaction at having all the attention on himself. " does it look like I am interested in this stupid thing? but my girl is, so move the f*** out of the way before I make you " "Yeah yeah, of course, it's about her "The alpha rolled his eyes but stepped out of the way obediently. Kira blushed as Dylan wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her forward. everyone already knew by now that the reason Dylan would ever do anything out of his comfort zone was because of his obsessive love for the new Luna, she was his Achilles Heel, The same goes for Shane, Ashton, and Sebastian, at this point it was a harem

Dylan attempts to look around also like what I am acting. “Not an important person, perhaps I just overlooked and was wrongly scrutinized someone.” Eventually, allowing for the possibility of that, he is also a CEO of a liquor company. Does that also mean that he is the youngest CEO found here? My observing skill is fairly veracious. As I do not see anyone as our age, only him. Putting it another way, Dylan and I are just representatives. While Zayn is a certified CEO. Stop about him, Eleanor! Presumably, you have just been looking for him because of several plans that did not work out.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

Dylan shook his head and got up to grab a bottle of water. Maybe I was wrong, and he wasn’t flirting with me. He seemed fine now. When I was younger, I had a crush on Dylan. He had chestnut brown hair and blue eyes. He stood towering over me at over six feet, and his muscles always showed through, whatever he wore. He was an attractive man, though Owen has him beat.