Novel Dylan Novels & Stories

I exclaimed, yes I was probably over reacting but this was my chance to meet more people, I hadn't met many people yet, and I was getting bored "Oh, what's this?" Dylan asked picking up my book "I picked it up at the library" I told him "You like to read?" Dylan asked "I love to read, it's a whole new world to explore, its great" "And the author? What do you think of him?" "You make it sound like you know him" I pointed out crossing my arms, "Well maybe I do" Dylan retorted I scoffed "You'll meet him on Friday" he told me as a matter of factly "anyway, see you guys on Friday, but now I must go"

“You may be allowed to live if you give me what I want. I’ll even ensure new identities for you and your family, and funds to get lost and not be found by who you work for.” His eyes were wide with fear. “Dylan. Dylan is who you are looking for.” I let his chair down harshly. “Dylan who? Where is he? Where are the documents you stole?” “Dylan Black. Outskirts of Miami, there’s an abandoned factory. He stays underground.” “My documents are there?” He gulped again. “Yes. Yes they are.” “Wonderful. Was that so hard?” I patted his back, making him flinch in terror.

~~ Dylan read through his screen and his dead eyes came back up, his disappointment putting no effort on hiding behind his words. "Seriously, that's the best you've got? If you truly are disrespectful then you wouldn't even ask for permission. Like literally, you have no dom personanility in you at all." **D-dom? What's that?** Dylan shook his head with a tired sigh and Kyle found himself at the edge again. Why weren't things working out for him? **Am I really that much of a novice? Arrgghh, Come on Kyle, play it cool. He wants tough, you give him tough!**

Dylan said, his tone turned serious. “What is that?” “I want to use the girl that I caught as bait, and I need it to go well.” “How?” “I don't know yet.” “How about you make an announcement that you intend to kill her?”. Dylan thought about it. “And then?” “It's just an act to get the family to us,” he said, but deep inside he smiled knowing that he could finally end her life.

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

“What the hell are you talking about? You might be working underground but I have been living here for two good years. I have never come across your name in San Francisco.” Dylan nodded, acknowledging her words, “Yup because I don’t live here babydoll but that doesn’t mean your new habitat is unaware of my identity. And step out of your bubble wifey as your man owns the whole of America.” He spoke and flashed her a complacent smirk. Evelyn clenched her fists; she was fed up with his riddles. “What do you mean-“ “The Night Stalkers.” Evelyn clammed up after hearing him. Her eyes widened in horror.

Daisy Dyer’s POV I was nervous, again. But this time for a completely different reason. I don’t know what to expect but I know that Dylan must be waiting for this moment as well. I mean, I don’t even remember when we first…slept together. And now, I was sober and clear mind, I think I wanted to get drunk again. “Are you okay?” Dylan asked me as he was getting out of his suit. We were staying at the hotel as Dylan did not want to disturb aunt Milly with our activity tonight, he said. I turned to look at him before Dylan smirked at me.

I said with a sigh. It was then that Dylan decided to fully enter my room and set himself down on my bed, as though he were the owner of it. “Fine,” he said, “I’d like you to tell me what you think of Haydon.” I turned to him in disbelief, I knew that Haydon was an intriguing new face in town, but it was still strange that Dylan was asking about him. He was never one for being interested in anyone other than himself and Jasmine. “What’s it to you?” I asked.

Is she cold enough to inflict the same damage they did to her mom? Am I cruel enough to reciprocate what they did to my family? -- DYLAN Dylan was heading to the library thinking about Cynthia and Selena's quarrel. Over the past few days, he allotted most of his time writing. It was more like a diary really than a story. He made sure he stuck more to the facts than to his wishful thinking to be the hero of the story. Writing the story made him come up with plans and ideas more easily. He titled it, Princesses of the Lower Realm. At the moment, he has four heroines. One of them is currently MIA.

As the days go by, everyone returns to their daily lives, keeping the pain in their hearts, but knowing that everything has happened in the most beautiful way possible. Dylan junior, who is in his late sixties by then, addresses a publishing company. He wants the world to know about that one book that he has heard so many times. Some publishers close the door on him because he is not a famous writer, but he keeps insisting. He wants the book to reach the entire world. He remembers a publisher who was present at his parents' wake and heads towards her. Apparently, the publisher is in New York. He doesn't know how that book could have been read from there, but he doesn't care, and he decides t