Dylan Wyatt の小説・ストーリー

"Sir, You and I know that I am engaged to your friend, Seth Nathaniel…you wouldn't expect me to leave him, would you?" She asked as she stared askance at Wade Roberto. "Of course not…but judging from the money involved I think you can…you know, make some adjustments." His voice was laced with authority. The room was becoming claustrophobic, each passing moment stretching like an eternity. "I really don't think so sir, I have a fiance and I know he would be really mad if I even mentioned this to him." Daisy Hunter said, her voice was barely above whispers. "You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars."

"Yeah, you mean like that boyfriend of yours that's been missing for so long yet still uploads his i*******m in the same beach short." "Hey," "What?" "Guys?" their dad warned and they both rolled their eyes at each other. Dylan fixed up his smile back at Mrs. Waltson and said, "I don't have a girlfriend. But..." he stole a quick glance at Theo who had his gaze fixed on him. "But, I am down for advances." His voice faded off. Did he give himself out too much? He watched Theo's face pull up a smile but then his next behaviour confused him.

“Dylan! We need to go, brother. I don’t know how long this room is going to stay standing.” “He didn’t deserve to go out like this, Xavier. He was the best male I’ve ever known.” Dylan choked out between broken, gasping sobs. “I won’t be able to live up to him.” “But he’d want you to try,” Xavier whispered. “All Wyatt ever wanted was for you to be the male he knew you could be. Don’t let him down by giving up now.”

Her upper lip trembles as she chews, giving out that she's scared of me. Good. I don't want her getting close to anyone here. For someone who doesn't want Peyton as his mate, you act overly possessive. Walt taunts, and I almost roll my eyes in their sockets because I'm not in for this now. He's partially the reason last night was a disaster. Kept on showing me images of Peyton and her dead mate. Dylan immediately makes his presence known in my study, and the first person he looks at is Peyton. "We're done accumulating the resources, Killian." Dylan has his eyes still on Peyton as he informs me of this.

Wyatt had warned them, who would dare to step up onto the stage? The atmosphere turned silent! No one dared to go onto the stage. Darryl, who was at the side of the stage, took a deep breath. The Cult Mistress had given him the task to steal the scripture, but it was an impossible task. Principle Graham was a Level Five Martial Marquis. Even though Darryl had cultivated the Secret Theft Skill, there was just no chance for him. Darryl saw a new opportunity for him to obtain a scripture. He just needed to defeat Wyatt, and he would win the right to kill Zion Featherstone. Then he could obtain the Supreme Mystery Scripture to complete his task and return to Elysian Island.

“Eldest Uncle, we are finally making a comeback after all of our sufferings!” Dylan was also excited and said to his secretary, “Go and gather information on the differences between Xavia Lockhart and Jenna Lockhart immediately. Make sure to find out Xavia Lockhart’s current whereabouts and what she is doing. It would be best if you can just bring her to me.” “Yes. You should go quickly. You have to proceed with caution this time.” “Yes.” The secretary quickly retreated after receiving the instructions. Dylan poured two glasses of red wine as if he had already seen the light of victory. He handed a glass of red wine over to Charles and said joyfully, “God is on my side now. Perhaps it is tim

I apologized to Dylan’s uncle Dwayne for any offense, noting how young he looked compared to his online pictures. He just smiled shyly. Mr. Darius Fontanilla joked about his appearance, and I laughed along. Mr. Dwayne groaned, claiming everyone was ganging up on him. His wife told him to admit he was old, and he pouted. Dylan continued, introducing Danielle’s mother, his own parents, and finally, the others. I nodded at each introduction. “Kaia already knows Damon?” Sir Declan asked Dylan. “I…” Dylan started, but Attorney Damon Fontanilla interjected.

the text said. Cursing under my breath, I made the call. Wyatt had a talent for finding people—those who were trying not to be found. A week ago, he told me that he found one of the technicians who used to work at La Bourget by the time my father died. That was good news. I was not in the mood to hear bad. “Talk,” I demanded. I heard him suck in a deep breath. “I found Dylan Morgan in the Bahamas. I talked to him… He is not going to testify against William Hayes, and—”

Chelsea and Derek were also illuminated in the spotlight. Dylan smiled and stood up, gesturing towards everybody. There was a tremendous ovation of applauses as he gestured. Dylan chuckled to himself. Even those who wanted him dead were obviously clapping as well. He smiled and blew kisses as the applause died down. "As most of you are already aware, I'm Dylan Cross. I'm a businessman and I've managed to establish a couple of businesses here in Miami and in other parts of Florida as well. I'm very honoured to be with you all today" he said.

Lauren watched him, saw the moment Grayson answered, saw Wyatt's face crumple fractionally before he pulled it back together. "Gray," Wyatt said, his voice rough. "You need to get to Emma's apartment. Now." A pause as he listened. "Daniel's dead. KIA. The notification just came." Another pause. "She—she needs you. Right fucking now." He ended the call, stood there for a moment with his head bowed, his shoulders tight with tension. When he looked up, his eyes found Lauren's again.