Dylan O Brien Relationship Novels & Stories

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.

Where no one else was there, except for the two of them. Dylan stopped walking for a moment and turned to face his friend. "Are the things I heard earlier about the two of you and Rhian correct? What is the real relationship between the two of you?" he asked and Xian bowed his head for a moment. "She's my ex -girlfriend." He replied that the young man was surprised. "So, that's just how you object to the spreading relationship about the two of us?" "I'm going to direct you, Dylan. Do you feel anything for him?"

Dylan leaned back on his chair and Mrs Whitmore nodded with a satisfied smile. Hailey had to look at the Dylan guy. She didn't think he was smart. Wow. “Why don't we look into his love life?” A lady suggested and Mrs Whitmore nodded. She already thought about that. And she had already gone through it. “I already looked into that. And shockingly, he hasn't had any relationships apart from a one night stand with some girl twelve years ago when he was still a young lad in high school.” A picture came up on the wall and it was an old black and white picture of a young guy and a lady. They were both smiling at each other.

Dylan’s voice suddenly boomed from his side of the table. “Your wife?! You mean that loose cannon?” a voice sneered from the end of the table. I turned sharply. It was him the blonde’s brother. The same jerk who almost ran me over with his car and got his hair pulled for it. Oh my gosh… these psychos are actually related to Dylan. Dylan's gaze darkened instantly, like a storm brewing behind his eyes. He slowly turned to glare at the guy. “My wife’s not a loose cannon, Finn. So take that back,” He said coldly.

I let out a long breath and push off the bar, crossing over to where Siren sits. “Hey,” she says, flashing me that bright smile of hers. “Dylan coming by tonight?” I ask, dropping into the seat beside her. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him.” Of course she hasn’t. I drum my fingers on the table for a second, thinking. “You know him pretty well, right?” “I like to think so,” she says with a little laugh. “Then tell me this. The last guy he was with… how did that even start?”

Even so, I spent the last three years trying to endure it all, hoping Dylan might someday open his heart to me, hoping he would see me as his wife. At least, that had been my hope. The reality was that ever since my father remarried Jenna Green—Lea’s mother, and Dylan had begun a relationship with my stepsister. Days that had already been painful became even more unbearable when Lea started spending so much time in this house. The most heartbreaking part was that my mother-in-law, Jessy Brown, fully supported their relationship. That was why Dylan had been pushing me to divorce him. His reason was simple. He wanted to marry the woman he loved, not stay trapped in a marriage built on business

Osborne asked, they’d both seemed to forget I was still there. “Recently she went through an ordeal,” Dylan answered. “The doctor says she has partial amnesia.” “What the fuck,” Osborne muttered. Dylan nodded again, then looked back at me. “First, do me the honor of letting me teach him a lesson myself,” he said, head bowed in that polite, dangerous way. Osborne agreed. “I’ll be going back to my family now. Thank you, old friend.” Osborne spared me a last devilish glance and walked off. Dylan’s voice snapped an order as he reached his car: “Get that idiot in my car.” he barked, now I wished they would just kill me off.

He looked at her and said, "I know, but I didn't stand up for you to please you. You might not believe this, but I really treat you as my own sister." At that moment, he had a flashback as he said to Molly, "Diana has always been a crafty person since we were young. I never liked her too much and I was never very close to her. Well, she was not my blood sister anyway. Besides, I rarely go back home in these few years, so our relationship got even worse." A brush of indifference flashed across Brycen's face, and it somehow gave Molly a familiar feeling. It seemed like they both had an unhappy childhood. At that moment, she could relate to him and resonate with him.

“Well wouldn’t you like to know, princess?” I stormed out of her office. ********* BRIELLE So Dylan had liked me back in high school too. Or, at least he had considered me interesting enough to have wanted to talk to me. I frankly don’t know why the thought of that new piece of information had me smiling like some love-struck teenager, and it was funny how as soon as that thought popped up, it was always followed by the fact that he thought so low of me to think I was having an affair with his father.