Dylan Wyatt Novels & Stories

“I have done my wrongs toward you, I have hurt you, and I may have broken a lot more in you than I should have. But one thing that I know for sure is that I have been deeply in love with you through it all, and I will always be. Today, tomorrow, and even if you choose to push that trigger.” He connected his lips with hers, taking her by surprise, and I watched as she dropped the gun, giving in to her mating bond. However, the woman’s body tensed, and I frowned in confusion as I saw Dean wrapping his arm around her waist, holding her to his chest while our father dug a knife in her shoulder. Her eyes darkened and the growl that escaped her lips was one that I never thought that I would hear f

“Everything’s secure, and there’s been no sign of attack. But rest assured, Alpha, we’ll be ready just in case. All of the Mated men have taken their posts and are in position.” “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.” Then I thought of something. “Wyatt, Dane Dawson still hasn’t surfaced, and I think he was instrumental in betraying our Pack. Also, he killed his roommate, Collin. But be careful. He’s a Lycan.” Wyatt’s eyes widened but he quickly recovered himself. “If there’s any sign of him, I’ll let you know.”

he said coldly. When Dylan heard this, he was furious. “Aren’t you arrogant, boy? Are you skilled in medicine?” he asked. Dustin smiled faintly. “I know a bit. I can’t say that I’m a master, but I’m better than you two.” Delia and Dylan were furious. “You arrogant little prick!” Dylan roared. Delia sneered. Dustin had been with the Wyatt family for more than ten years, and she knew that he knew nothing about medicine. Sometimes, when she uttered some medical lingo, he could not understand it at all.

"Your smile is so creepy. Who are you man?" Remy asked. "I'm Dylan. I've been looking for my mate for a long time," he said still smiling. "Sorry dude, she isn't here," Remy said and was walking back upstairs but stopped and Dylan's next words. "Actually she's right there. The blonde," he winked and all our eyes widened along with our dropped jaws. "She's already taken. So you've found the wrong person," Wyatt's voice was surprisingly deeper than normal.

I didn’t know what to say. Wyatt sighed. “You know,” he said quietly, “I’ve managed Dylan for almost eight years. I’ve watched him write hit after hit.” “I’ve watched him sell out stadiums, and I’ve also watched him become one of the biggest artists in the country.” He paused. “But I haven’t seen him this… alive… in three years. He’s sleeping again; he laughs. He actually eats nowadays instead of just smoking all day.” “He stopped picking fights with everybody, and he even answers my calls.” A small laugh escaped him while I stood rooted to a spot, speechlessly.

“Wyatt, your mate. By the way, that man loves you! Anyway, he called and threatened Damian that if he took you, he will be dead and painted a very pretty picture of how he was going to do that. Wyatt wasn’t sure who took you. So, we been searching all over for you. I volunteered to help, what is his name, Justin? To look for you in rouge camps. Damian was putting out his own search party saying that you probably staged it and wanted to get away from Wyatt and get back to him. That man has lost it. Holly is only allowed to speak when spoken to. I wanted to get out of that pack and this was the best option. I want to get Holly out too but she insists that she loves him. I hoped we would find y

But after seeing Xynthia perform, Dylan thought that Boss Dart still had not taken action yet. Dylan could not hold his feelings back any longer, so he decided to show up himself. On the one hand, he thought Xynthia was just too beautiful to be left alone. On the other hand, he wanted to deal with Joseph Bauer’s business and take her testimony. After seeing Dylan’s faint smile on his face, Riley Yates, who was standing behind Xynthia, shyly stepped forward. “Manager Bowie. All this is just a misunderstanding. “Maybe you don’t know about what happened last night. You…”

Dylan took off his coat, as he considered not going to his office to avoid the media partners who were lurking around from asking him silly questions about what happened to his face and trying to know what was going on in his life and who he had fought with. Dylan didn't want to attract media attention to himself, and he knew that he had a lot of followers in their state—approximately 5 million. He was like a celebrity CEO, and if they saw him with a swollen face at the company, knowing that he was the CEO and owner of DY Mobile Company, the media wouldn't waste time publishing nonsense articles about him and using him to cash out heavily from their fans. They would publish numerous lies abo

Until finally I arrived at the waiting room, sitting there while covering my face with both hands and thinking about the 25 thousand dollars. There were no relatives to ask for help. Dylan and I were alone. 'The ice hockey sports world once again rocked by the number 17 player, Grayson Wyatt Talon, who again scored the highest points during the start of the regular season that made Frost Maple, speeding up to hold the first position temporarily in this season' I raised my head, looking at the news on the TV hanging on the wall of this quiet waiting room. Shortly after, my phone rang again. It's a call from Grayson.

The slit on my dress was more visible the moment I finally crossed my legs. Soon, the event kicked off properly. Some starters were served with cocktails. Then Razzi stormed the stage, grabbed the microphone and gave his usual welcome adress stating how lucky he is to be accepted by the community and given a space for business. He thanked the youths for their countless support and then made a toast to Peter his son. For the first time, he acknowledged his son in public. Peter got up and waved reluctantly. Razzi said "Today's toast is special. To my boy over there. To Peter Godwin Razzi. " he said lifting his glass up. "My son is attending this event for the first time so we should welcome hi