Dylan O Brien Younger Novels & Stories

"Nothing, boss. Rylan looks young, is he only 17?" "Of course not. He's not that young, he just has a baby face," Dylan replied with a grin at Nico's incorrect guess. "He's turning 20 next month," he added. "20? Really, boss? I thought he was only 16 when we first saw him," Nico said in amazement. "Why are we only 25 but look like dads," Nico whispered, but Dylan heard it. "What do you mean, WE? You're the only one who looks old here."

“Flynn told me a little about his time at the Chadwick-Brooks house and Dylan, but I feel like I’m missing a lot of information. Why did Dylan think he deserved a higher position at the company when he was only a teenager who hadn’t finished compulsory education?” He looked over to see Henry wincing. “Dylan is a year younger than Sarah and Flynn. He was a little put out when Flynn had to move in with them. Dylan has always been someone who has his own ideas and he’s set on them. It is practically confirmed that he grew up assuming he would have it easy and he would be assigned the CEO or COO position at Chadwick’s Creations because he is part of that family. Dylan does not like having to rea

Ignoring the fact that just the mention of Linc is making me blush like an idiot. "That is good to hear. I was kind of worried, considering the scandal that broke out." He says. Again, that casual detached tone that makes me feel like he is not attentive or cared much about anything outside of his sketches and dreams. "Scandal?" I ask dumbly, turning to look at him full in the face. I realise that Dylan has a boyish face because he is definitely younger than twenty two. He is probably not even twenty yet. He is really young, which means he got into college early like one of those child prodigies scattered all over campus.

“What exactly did you mean by that? Isn't he three or four years older than you? How could he look the same as he did when you were a kid?” “He is twelve years older than me,” Olympias replied. “What?” Tyr’s facial muscles twitched lightly. Olympias continued, “I’m twenty-six years old this year, so Dillon should be thirty-eight years old.” “D*mn it! He doesn’t appear to be more than thirty years old. How is he thirty-eight now?” Words couldn’t describe the kind of shock Tyr felt. “Is this buddy of mine forgotten by time?” ‘Olympias claimed that Dillon looked like this when she was six years old. How could he remain the same for twenty years? This guy is surely wrapped in a swirl of stories

Caleb "Yeah, plenty of thing’s spring to mind, but there is one that is owed a confession," Dylan said as he grinned at Aiden, then edged his chair away to maintain a safer distance. "I was sixteen, and Aiden was eighteen," Dylan began to confess, much to Aiden's interest. Upon hearing his name, he folded his bare muscular arms across his chest.

Dylan shakes his head and says “ No mom, that boy is not suitable for us. He is already 15 years old and will be an adult soon. Do you think I can easily order him around? Moreover, he looked so confident.” Mr. Hunt thinks about it and says “ He is right Diana. We won't be able to control him and it can be a problem for my political career if he decides to retaliate. I can’t risk that.” Mrs. Hunt huffs and says “ What do we do then?” Dylan replies “ I just met a boy Aiden. He is 10 years old and was submissive and obedient. I am sure he will follow my orders without hesitation.” “10 years is quite young. How will he be able to help you in your studies?” asks Mrs. Hunt.

“I can’t remember which one, but it’s not the same day.” “We don’t know how long we have,” Dylan said. “So I say we approach her instead.” Trinity frowned. “How come?” I swallowed, my heart skipping. The laughter was louder now. It was already strange enough that it was my laughter, but hearing them talk about me…the younger me, felt surreal. Maybe that’s why I didn’t really know what to say. Who was the younger Violet? “Well,” Dylan began, chuckling, “little Violet has always been very naive, a bit of a blabbermouth, desperate for any kind of connection, and definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed—”

Dylan’s son was half a year younger than theirs and was now two and a half, while Peter’s son was six months older than Lil' Pie and was currently two years old. With so many boys gathered together, the noise level was downright deafening.

He led me up the stairs showing me different pictures and explaining who was in them. There were pictures of a younger Simon and his wife when they got married, then pictures of them with a baby girl, she must be Elijah's mother, the pictures continue as the child grows into a teenager, her smile seems to dim, her eyes sad and she looked like she was forced to take the pictures. The pictures stop after her high school graduation and then there are pictures of Simon and Elijah, the youngest picture of Elijah was from his high school graduation then it goes on to his college graduation, master's, and when he is made CEO of Warren Media. Initially, Elijah's expressions matched that of his mothe

He just looked at me and nodded his head. Now all that is out of the way, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Dylan Riley and I'm 17 years old. My hair is a dark brunette almost black in color and my eyes are simple brown. My height is roughly 5"6 and I am a student at high school. My younger brother, Freddie, is 6 years old and I often find him in trouble, hence the reason I have to help him out.