Sinopsis Novel Dilan Novels & Stories

It can be read as a stand-alone novel but if you want to learn better about their previous lives then you might wanna go check out PA first. **~~** Danny and Louis are reborn but one was born with the memories of their past lives while the other stays bound to the last words spoken to him on his deathbed. The only clue to unraveling their eternal bonds lies in their identical birthmarks, one of great meaning and importance. Let's follow Levon and Dylon as they journey through discovery, acceptance, lust, hurt, and uncontrollable love for one another. Hope this time fate smiles better on our boys. **~~** ®©

Daniel POV: I shut the door behind me and Dario chuckles "When I got the call from you on Monday talking about you had something I needed I didn't expect you to have Thalia and Nina" I seethe and he grins leaning back in his chair "Well, Daniel when I asked if we could meet up you said there's no need. Your men kill my cousin and I brushed it under the rug so I figured we could bring peace between the Russian and Spanish mafia" Dario says and I sigh going to sit down. Oh so it's business

She lied in a convincing manner. "Thank your star's boss didn't catch you." "He won't, trust me." The day ran painfully slow. Delilah has been staring at the clock after every minute, and it seems like the time has been so slow. Minutes were turning to hours, hours to years. Abby noticed her constant staring at the clock, she was beginning to wonder why she was checking the time constantly. She decided to ask, "Expecting some one?" Delilah realized her constant staring at the clock was becoming obvious. She shakes her head, "No really."

Delilah's POV My eyes ran over the peach shaded walls, and the huge white curtains covered most of the room. Under the dim light, it was not much visible to see the inside of the place. When I had woke up, I found myself in this unfamiliar place. Panic settled in but when I tried to move put of here, pain shot through my feet. I looked down and the early cut of the feet has opened. It didn’t cure totally when I decided to remove the bandage, it couldn’t be used anymore.

Della’s POV I wasn’t able to eat enough during my dinner with Kylian that I didn’t even feel half-full. Hence, as soon as I got home, I felt the exhaustion and starvation fill me. Opening the door, I was greeted by Diana. “Ms. Della, you’re back early. How’s the dinner?” Looking at her with a frown, I went straight to remove my heels and leave it lazily at the side before I threw myself in at the bed.

I desperately wanted to know what he feels for them. “You wanted to know why they call me a murderer? Then listen.” He said, and I looked at him shocked. Was he going to tell me the truth? I was searching for the truth from so song and I didn’t know it will come this swiftly. I sat beside him to know the history. Damien’s P.O.V. As Lilia wanted, I decided to tell her the truth. That’s why I brought her here. I remember the time when it all started. I was eighteen when my dad died, and the responsibility of my pack fell on my shoulder.

Liam All I want to do is be left alone. Couldn’t they fucking see that? Or do they get off on my misery? Dale and his gang of closeted assholes got me as I walked to my car, clocking me one in the nose before I could even register what was happening.

Maisie scrutinized the manuscripts before looking up at Daniel in shock. "This novel is called Dancing Lights!" she exclaimed. "And the novel Delilah is currently serializing is called Whirling Lights! Even the names are so similar... "The outlines and character settings are even more alike!" She flipped through the pages. "There are plot variations, but it's clear that Dancing Lights has a more logical storyline! That makes sense... I always felt something was off when I read Whirling Lights. Now, this mystery is solved!"

Instead, his focus was locked onto my face, meticulously analyzing each reaction as if searching for something only he could perceive. No hints of accusation marred his expression. No trace of doubt lingered. Merely a profound concentration. Somehow, that only deepened the ache in my chest. After everything I had endured, I had nearly forgotten the sensation of being believed without the need for proof. "Liliana," Darian murmured, his rich voice shattering the thick silence. "Relate everything that transpired that night in the garden. Do not omit a single detail, regardless of how trivial it may seem." I managed to swallow the rising lump in my throat and nodded.

Dillan refused. "She let you sleep like this?" "Yes"Dillan replied Damien didn't say more and made to leave. "Dad!" Dillan suddenly calked as Damien paused on his steps. "Anything?" "The Bedtime stories, I can't sleep without them" After speaking, Dillan lay back hurriedly and covered his face where no one will see how embarrassed he is. Expressionlessly, Damien returned and sat down on a chair next to the bed. He opened the book and started " Once upon a time____"