Novel Dylan Novels & Stories

Now she finally dozed in my arms while I rocked her in the nursery chair. "You are up late," Dylan said from the doorway. He walked over and kissed my forehead. A quick peck like an afterthought. That was when I smelled it. A strange perfume. Sweet and musky and definitely not my scent. It clung to Dylan's shirt collar and filled my nose when he leaned close. My stomach dropped. "You don't smell like your perfume." Dylan stiffened. His whole body went rigid. "What?" "You smell like women's perfume but not mine."

When she's free, she still dropped by for classes. Killing time on her phone, Aurora stumbled upon a trending novel, "War Against Fate." It tells the tale of Dylan, a wealthy playboy, and Yasmine, a nightclub singer who are brought together during a war. Dylan's family loses their fortune, Yasmine takes him in, but he continues his wayward lifestyle. Only after Yasmine dies protecting him does he realize his follies and joins the army. What makes this novel captivating are the contrasting personalities: Dylan, the hedonistic playboy, and Yasmine, the mature, civic-minded singer.

“I always thought you looked familiar but I couldn’t remember why.” Dylan said. “I have told you before that your obsession with criminals was strange.” Noah added. As everyone looked over at Noah and Dylan in confusion, Noah was quick to explain Dylan's childhood dream of tracking down criminals of all kinds. It wasn’t until his father later gave him a love of music instead that would become his new dream. Dylan has an entire bookshelf full of profiles of all kinds of criminals throughout the decades and from all over the world. In a way, he almost felt ashamed of himself for not recognising the CEO sooner.

"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.

Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books. I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.

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