Quote Novel Dilan Novels & Stories

And maybe working on Alan’s branding—his colors, voice, and vibe—felt more real than anything else I’d done that week. I clicked “save” and leaned back against the wall. “It’s just a hobby.” Delilah smirked. “Keep telling yourself that. I’m gonna keep a list of every time you get starry-eyed over a line break or a custom dog icon.” I threw a pillow at her, laughing. But underneath that laughter, the image of the suited man still lingered. And I couldn’t stop wondering…Who was Dorian? I didn’t mean to end up at Marigold Grove.

"Lila, how dare you argue!" Damian, Isabelle, and several employees stood facing me aggressively. I coolly crossed my arms, drained the last of the wine in my glass, and replied, "I'll pay, but only if you reinstate me as CEO of Lumière Nocturne and let me oversee the conclusion of the L. Quill collaboration project. Otherwise, this is Lumière Nocturne's celebration banquet. Why should I foot the bill?" "You wish!" Damian flatly refused. Damian’s eyes were bloodshot. Did Lila think he was stupid? One meal was only a few hundred thousand, but the L. Quill collaboration could bring in hundreds of millions in profit. He wouldn't fall for Lila's trap.

Being with Dallin seemed to be a dream that might never come true. Dallin and his grandpa were sitting on the roof, enjoying the beautiful windy night, their favorite weather with a glass of wine in their hands. “She is perfect,” Dallin uttered, taking a sip of his wine, “confident, gorgeous and sexy,” he announced it to his grandpa, who furrowed and stared at him. “I am sure we are not talking about Delilah then,” his grandpa didn’t like the idea that Dallin was hanging around with somebody so misfit to their standards.

Quintin frowned as he emphasized every word coming out of his mouth. "That's not your business, Generoso. I asked first, so answer my question." Lucas was full of authority, but Quintin was not the type of guy who would easily fold at anyone. "Who are you to get an answer right away? I'm not one of your dogs, but if you're really curious why I'm here—well, I'm having dinner with Elyana, and for you to know—we were having fun here," Quintin replied, grinning devilishly because he knew that moment was the start of something and he likes playing games with his business rival.

Dillan circles his fingers over my palm, and I pull my hand back, getting creeped out already. Dillan leans on the bar, getting too close for comfort. “You want a drink?” “No, thanks.” I hold up my drink. “I’m good.” “Chug that one and I’ll get you another. I’m thinking shots of whiskey.” I give him a blank stare, not even sure how to respond to that. “Yeah, that’s a no. Besides, you don’t take shots of whiskey. It’s meant to be sipped.” “Oh, a woman who takes her time.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “My kinda lady.”

“Was there only one opponent or more?” “One.” Dillon impatiently opened a jar of Chaos Absinthe and began drinking. Lesia fell into deep thought. Logically, Xanthakos should have had Quintus and Quentyn with him. Dillon should have faced three opponents. Why was there only one? Could it be that Quintus and Quentyn were exposed and killed by Xanthakos?

“I don't know how a woman as spectacular as you finally agreed to go out with me. I'm really impressed by what I see.” I was about to sit up straight to cover myself and stop his lewd gaze when a low, vibrating growl, like that of a wounded beast, rumbled from the table behind us. Robert and I turned in unison. There was Dilan, pretending to read the menu, but his fists were clenched so tightly that the high-quality paper crinkled and wrinkled under his strength. “Any problems?” Robert asked mockingly, enjoying the Alpha's reaction. Dilan let out a dry chuckle and turned just enough for us to see the dangerous glint in his pupils. “Not at all. I'm just enjoying the ‘romantic atmosphere,’” he

“The only reason I know the context is due to the other sentences on the board. They are all quotes from Dante’s Inferno. Which wasn’t even originally in Latin but Italian!” My eyes widened. Not only had she read and understood what I wrote but even where it came from. Delilah had said that Winter could have taken the national test last year but chose to continue on with the third class. I thought she was just hyping up her favorite student. Apparently not. “Maybe because I don’t have a donkey!” “Maybe because you knew the context!” Clapping my hands, the two of them looked at me for a moment and I was pretty sure they completely forgot I was there. Raising my eyebrow, I looked between the t

He asked one last time. “I am sure, husband,” She replied unhesitatingly. Jonathan could not hide his smile as he mumbled, “quid pro quo!” Liliana looked at him quizzically, so he explained further. “You tell me one thing - something that you feel about me or want to do to me. And I will tell you what I have on my mind. Quid Pro Quo, my lovely Lil.”

NEW YORK_ BET media house. Delilah slumped on her seat with a frown on her tired looking face, a colleague sitting next to her needn't to ask what was wrong with her, she guessed already. " What now? Luke again? Why do you guys quarrel this much?" Her colleague and friend, Nina asked with a silly and knowing smile.