Novel Dylan Novels & Stories

he deeply sighed “Where am I?” Cue on his words, the old man reappeared with a very funny gesture. Both of his hands were holding the staff, as he had this malicious, yet funny smile written all over in his face. Navi wasn’t surprised this time, rather, he was scared. Scared of what might happen next. He’s thinking that he was abducted by a terrorist to make a ransom out of it or a lunatic trying to force someone into a cult. Anything is possible so his level of nervousness increased.

He pins me down and tells me to behave with his wicked mouth. This was supposed to be a transaction. A simple arrangement. But Dylan has never been simple. He’s reckless, selfish, and seven years younger than me. And worst of all? He’s never seen this as just a job. Because Dylan has been in love with me since he was a kid… and he’s not about to let me go now. New book is here! Official release is on 3rd February! <3

There were no birds singing, no rustling of leaves, just the low murmur of conversations from the Nomads scattered around the campfire, their faces half-hidden in shadow. Dylan stood at the center of it all, tall and broad-shouldered, his grizzled beard flecked with gray, his eyes sharp and calculating. He looked like someone who had seen too much—someone who had survived this world long before it crumbled. His Nomads were a ragtag bunch, dressed in mismatched survival gear, their weapons hung casually at their sides. But there was nothing casual about the way they watched us. "Welcome," Dylan said, his voice low and smooth, like he was trying to put us at ease. It didn’t work. "You've picke

“You don't have to babysit me or watch my back, you are better than this Natalia" "Do you have an antidote to the poison?" Dylan scoffed. “Let's go back, I don't want to waste more of my time talking nonsense with you” Natalia cackled. “You've got to have an antidote for the poison, what if you make mistakes that would endanger either of our lives?" Dylan suddenly grasped her neck tightly and snarled. “I am Dylan and I make no mistakes” "There is no antidote to the poison"

“That’s my guess, but Dylan said he has been having the same dream these days. He dreamt about being involved with a girl who wasn’t the candidate Grandma May had chosen for him. “That’s why he’s in a dilemma now. He wants to be a filial grandson and go according to Nana’s arrangements, but he keeps having dreams of that girl. He’s worried he won’t fall in love with the person Nana chose. “He’s scared that he won’t have a happy life with the wife Nana chose for him and might cheat on her in the future. There’s also a chance that he’ll be the first man who gets a divorce in the history of the York family.” Elisa was invested now with new information. “This is interesting. No wonder Dylan is i

Matter of fact, if anything at all, he should have been damned pleased… that- that for a lack of a much better phrase- I had cared enough to lower my standards, even if it was for a little bit and against my better judgement. The whole situation just left me in a state of confusion. I had barely sat down to contemplate my novel of a life when a quick knock sounded at my door and Dylan barged in. I kept my gaze locked on my laptop… almost as if I didn’t realise that I wasn’t the only one in the office. Except that his presence wasn’t that easy to ignore. I so badly wanted to lift my head up to feast my eyes on his features… and maybe taste his lips again while I was at it,

Dylan had refused to leave Henry’s house after what he had encountered earlier, he was curious to know more. He wanted to get involved one way or the other; he was this unpopular student who just stuck to his books, research and the possibility of becoming a good detective in the future. He never really had anything fun going on, ever. And now something he never thought was possible happened right before his eyes, something that could finally give his life some spark and he wasn’t ready to walk away from it or pretend it never happened.

Dylan wandered around the room ,touching the books as he walked ,and then stopped. "Here it is! " He said. "Wow! You're quick!" Dylan dropped the old dusty book on the the table and opened it. He managed to blow all the dust off,and found the small key in the middle. a stack of loose handwritten documents, small brown black-and-white photographs and old letters mixed in toward the bottom.And when he started digging through the dusty contents of the old chest, he found a note with " If i ever have a son " written on it. Dylan paused and sat down. The Shaman furrowed,trying to figure out what happened to that boy. Dylan then started to read it loud :

Dylan rolled his eyes, extremely depressed. Dylan was an infamous playboy in town. He was a frequent visitor of nightclubs in Eastcliff who mingled with various models and celebrities every night. At the peak of his moments, he had slept with multiple girls throughout the night. How could such a casanova accept the fact that he might not be able to have sex for the next three months? It was like telling a chain smoker that he couldn’t smoke for three months. It would be like a death sentence to him.

He was across the lawn with his brothers, accepting congratulations on behalf of the Blackwood family, looking every bit the untouchable heir even with his father in prison. His eyes tracked Ruby leaving. I saw the moment it hit him, saw his face go blank, his body freeze. He knew. But he didn’t move. Didn’t call out. Didn’t chase. Just stood there. Numb. The arrogant bastard let her go without a fight. Maybe he thought he didn’t deserve to stop her. Maybe he was scared of what keeping her would mean. Either way, he watched the mother of his child disappear. And said nothing. Life moved on. Dre started dating a graphic designer named Lena he met at a car show. She was funny, sharp, and didn’