Novel Dylan Novels & Stories

"Oh? What kind of job is it?" "I need to draw the cover and a few illustrations for a novel that's going to be published." "Oh, I see," Dylan responded, and he seemed to relax in an instant. Sensing the shift, Noelle asked curiously, "What's wrong? What did you think it was?" "I thought you were mad at me," Dylan said with a chuckle. Noelle knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Dylan, You should really open your eyes and see who you’re wasting your running around, I can’t wrap my head on why but you should know this. Nova isn’t what you think she is and you should know what kind of person she comes from. Her mom has been married more times than anyone can count, jumping from man to man just to keep her life together. She’s nothing but a gold digger, and Nova is just the same way, they are cut out of the same cloth and it runs in the family” I paused halfway taking a look at Dylan who just stared down at me and signalled me to keep reading, my heart was beating so fast and it scared the fuck out of me to keep on reading.

One time around a year or two ago, I had watched the news about the illegal selling of arms to both locals and ones in high society and I had looked up Dylan on the internet, they made him look so evil like a serial killer and an evil but good looking man. “What's my toy thinking?” I looked up, almost surprised. Almost. “Stop sneaking up on me and I told you I'm not your toy. I can be milkweed or whatever”, I said, rolling my eyes. Dylan smirked. “It's been long since I last punished you, Annie”. The way he said my name made my senses alert and the look on his face…a smile that could charm a stone hearted witch yet crush her. I was more scared of his smile than his deep voice and I knew ins

The was only one thing to do which was - meeting Dylan. Dylan, a twenty seven year old guy was a bachelor like him. A mult billionaire and CEO of a "Beauty clash", one of the most famous fashion house in New York city. He was a dark guy with body that constantly left ladies in awe. Dylan had always been acknowledged as the only matured man who knew how to critically analyse an issue, think of a solution and execute it. Determined, Daniel glanced up from his melancholy position. Eyes quickly scanning the white mansion before him.

I snapped, more annoyed than scared; he’d ruined the only quiet moment for me. Dylan’s gaze darted to the wine scattered on the floor. “What happened here? Why’s there wine everywhere? Was it Rylan? I just saw him leave. I said hello, and he didn’t even answer me.” “How would he answer you? With his foot?” I said, flat. Dylan ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed. “Oh, right..he doesn’t talk. But, Mom, when will I start working at the company? Aren’t I a Blackwood? What’s going on?”

Winter winked at one of the girls when he met her gaze and she quickly went red. He never did understand women. Winter didn't think he would ever fall in love with one even if she was his mate. Seeing the troubles love had caused his brother. Dylan was a renowned playboy who slept with basically any girl who took his interest. He didn't care whether they were single, older, or even human, all girls were just tools to him. Until he met Kira in the mad pact and everything about him changed, he became loyal to her and found everyone other girl revolting. Their father of course appreciated this change and that was why he had nothing insisted on sending Dylan back to the mad pact

his arm rests on the railing posture relaxed voice smooth and intimate. she looks smaller beside him her pale dress catching the light her expression tight and uncertain. instinct kicks in before thought does.i step back into the shadow of a pillar my heart hammering.the polished floor reflects their shapes blurred and ghostlike. “…Aiden’s not who you think he is,” Dylan says his voice soft but deliberate. “ hes greedy. Ruthless. The kind of man who never gives what he owes.” My breath catches. “ he refuses to share a single thing with you ,” Dylan says every word smoothed over with false sympathy .” even after everything you went through together. He hides behind contracts, Ella. He always

Dylan told her and all of a sudden Anna got nervous. “Ok,” Anna answered and then she connected her phone to the car's Bluetooth and started playing Taylor Swift. Dylan gets a smirk on his face like he is trying to hold back a laugh. “What is it?” Anna asked him. “Oh, nothing at all,” Dylan said, still doing his best to keep his laugh and smile at bay. “Spit it out, Dylan,” Anna told him. “Well, I just never expected you to be a swiftie.” He told her and finally, his smile was released.

Dylan was arranging his clothes. "Do what?" Lizha looked at him. "Lizha?" Dylan stared at her, "Do you want to stay forever in this convent starving to death? The war is over. My father told me to get back home." Lizha got up all excited. "What? Go to the kingdom of Graevaria?" "That's what you heard! Pack your things," Dylan closed the suitcase. "But what about the director?" "I had her consent," Dylan began undressing, "we are not going out dressed as a nun.." He finally took off hi. clothes.

"Nice thought. Let's head over to Lucid Dreams. Maybe this time we'll be lucky and run into the woman who had our Mr. Dark so entangled." "Indeed, Dylan. Are you planning on introducing us?" "I will if you behave." "That settles it." Dylan returned to his apartment after school, enraged. How can that old man do such a thing to him? Dylan was broke at the time because he had frozen his accounts and cancelled his credit cards.