Novel Dylan Novels & Stories

Gosh Dylan is a psychopath. The door opened and Dylan walked in with a bed tray table containing food. "You look so sexy Vida.After you are done eating I can't wait to eat you up"He said and I smiled nervously.. "Eat ,I will just have this wine."Dylan said and I ate the food.I had no appetite but I have to do all this for my son.When I left Kingston I couldn't wait to have him in my arms .I can't do without him.He was my only source of happiness.He is the reason I keep going.

The way he stood with his wide shoulders square and his spin straight like a rod while his chest puffed up like the proud alpha male that he was—no one would believe that he was secretly throwing a tantrum just because Diana was wearing something so beautiful and it was not even for him. Diana would even be more amazed if he could read her mate’s mind. Only murder and torture filled Dylan’s mind. Of course, the target of such bloodshed was the incoming pair of elders. Diana rolled her eyes before she replied. “I know, babe. You told me that like… a hundred times already since I came out from the walk-in closet.” “Why?”

she replied and left, swinging her fancy ponytail. I felt a warm liquid run down my nose and I wiped it using my hand. I was already bleeding so I quickly went to the bathroom and cleaned up myself. Fifteen minutes later I was on my bed scanning my dress. It was gorgeous but I didn't want to be in it. Why me? Who was this Dylan person? So I was living under a rock because I knew nothing about him. I pretty much knew no one. I quickly took out my laptop and looked him up on G****e. There were multiple articles about him and the recent trending one about his secret engagement.

No wonder Carl Conway chose the charge of treason when he framed Elias; the general must have drawn inspiration from his own life. Dylan committed the file’s contents to memory, then carefully placed the file back, leaving no traces of it having been disturbed. He checked his watch. With two hours to go before dawn, he had plenty of time for what he’d planned. *** As the sky brightened, sunlight streamed through the window. Hungover, Mindy woke up with a groan. Opening her eyes, she saw Dylan by the bed, wearing just a pair of pants, his upper body bare. Removing the blanket, she was surprised and delighted to find she wasn’t wearing anything.

Dylan mocked Lucian, who clenched his jaws. “Fuck you, Dylan!” Lucian angrily cursed him. “Tell me, where the fuck are you?” Dylan started walking away. He even locked the door after he left. I want to follow them, but I lost my strength. I swallowed hard as I looked at the window. I chewed my lower lip. All I can see is the never ending green scenery. It was like a paradise. A lonely paradise. A paradise for sorrowful soul. Hugging myself, I can only hope and pray that Lucian come with a plan. Although, I know that he will because he's smart. I'm just scared that Dylan might outsmart him, just like what he did to Jacob and to me. ~

André really needs to stock his library with novels like this. I finally took a seat and started flipping through the chapters of the book. I was about three pages into it, before someone suddenly plopped right into the seat in front of me; Dylan. He had a big smile on his heavily bearded face, like he didn't just try to ruin my husband's life. "A library huh? I see you still like books." He blurted out, after a while of staring at me. This was the first man I loved. The man I had planned to grow up and have children with. This was the man I gave my innocence to. Right now, I was finding it hard to recognize him.

Dylan was stingingly vexed for Gabriel to steal all the attention when he was just with his sister, whilst Dylan was with Maeve, the only daughter of Reginald and Cynthia Cambridge. On the business front, he was trending as the number one New York’s richest, young, and most powerful businessman. In Maeve’s past life, Dylan had been the one swimming in this glory because of all they did against Gabriel to bring him down. Gabriel was the rightful owner of this title and he deserved it perfectly. Women were already making their way to him but Doreen was playing the possessive sister, keeping them away, “Back off, he’s married,” she yelled.

he let go of her hand. Blair walked stark naked into the bathroom. Dylan chuckled as he took his lips in his mouth and held it in place with his teeth. "Oh Blair, you fucking drive me crazy" he muttered under his breath. He walked over to the counter and found her standing there. The only thing he could think of at that moment was bending her over and making her scream his name. Dylan went over to her and held her hips from behind. He traced her outlines with his fingers and she shivered.

The same Dylan who would grow up to become the villain of the novel. A villain whose spiraling descent into darkness would be triggered by a singular, devastating betrayal: the cold, unfeeling rejection from his mother. Her hands trembled in indecision, hovering awkwardly in the air as she grappled with conflicting emotions. Should she reach out to him? Comfort him? She was all too aware of the story—knew the path that lay ahead. In the original narrative, the mother pushed Dylan away, ignoring his desperate cries and ultimately abandoning him emotionally in favor of a new life with her charming second husband.

TW: This chapter contains mentions of assault, abuse and gore. EDEN The theatre is unnaturally quiet when I push through the heavy double doors. The entire place is empty. Except for him. Dylan is standing in the middle of the aisle, halfway down, his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans. He's wearing a black button-down rolled to the elbows, his hair pushed back, looking like he just stepped out of a cologne ad. In reality, he's in the middle of a blackmail scheme. When he sees me, he smiles. It's the same smile that used to make my stomach flip back in high school.