Torment Dylan Page Novels & Stories

Dylan mocked Lucian, who clenched his jaws. “Fuck you, Dylan!” Lucian angrily cursed him. “Tell me, where the fuck are you?” Dylan started walking away. He even locked the door after he left. I want to follow them, but I lost my strength. I swallowed hard as I looked at the window. I chewed my lower lip. All I can see is the never ending green scenery. It was like a paradise. A lonely paradise. A paradise for sorrowful soul. Hugging myself, I can only hope and pray that Lucian come with a plan. Although, I know that he will because he's smart. I'm just scared that Dylan might outsmart him, just like what he did to Jacob and to me. ~

"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.

I canceled my plan to return to Italy for now; I called Jessica and told her to call off the meeting that I was supposed to attend on my return to Italy with an investor. I would do other works that needed my attention through email, my casino manager Rocky was a trusted, worthy man. He was accomplished of handling the situation better than anyone; therefore, I knew things would be alright in Italy with little hinder. But the way everything was resolved in Chicago was scaring me to death. After the night where I almost choked Devin, or whatever that bastard's name was to death, I was feeling more out of control. The fear of losing Lyra was taking all my thinking systems at once.

“Who is on her side? Who are against her? I bet she can’t sleep thinking about these two questions.” “What do you want me to do, babe?” Dylan closed his laptop. Crossing his legs together, he waited for Diana’s answer. Of course, his gaze did not wander off from her growing pair of boobs and her belly that reminded him he had created a life in this fuck-up world. Their unborn pup was Dylan’s motivation to clean up all the rotten roots in the Werewolf Community—the Werewolf Committee. Luckily, before he could order a massive slaughter—Pandora’s Box be damned—the runts finally made their way to the Blood Claws Pack. Dylan already knew why his first mate died and it was because of that damn box

"Besides, I’m a good actress. I might just get my dumb step-brother to forgive me." "You think Vermont will take you back after this?" Dylan let out a jagged, pained chuckle, pressing his palm harder against the wound. "He’ll have your head on a spike. You're just a stupid cunt who's run out of friends." "It’s a silver bullet coated in wolfsbane." Clyde’s voice was calm, disturbingly so. We all turned to look at him where he sat bound on the ground. He wasn't looking at the gun; he was watching the black veins already starting to spider-web out from Dylan's wound.

Troy asked his boss. Dylan just nodded while fastening the seat belt. He will join the company as an employee. He also wanted to explore something, and it was related to the report he got from the organization. “I need to meet the tentacle man that Racar left behind.” “Are you sure he’s in the company?” Troy asked again as he drove. Dylan was silent for a moment. Just like Lily, the person who is still unknown to him also wants to destroy him and Alexander. He was sure he had an eye on the company and the casino.

"I beg you, I beg you, please spare Dylan. He was completely blameless in this situation. I beg you, I'll do whatever you want; all I ask is that you please release Dylan." Dylan slowly stood up, his expression not in the least bit positive as he did so. His eyes turned red, his strength erupted, and his body pressure was several times higher than that of Drake. His fangs became elongated and exposed a pointed edge. He charges headfirst into the fray, quickly attacking Drake to seize Miren.

The floor couldn’t cope with my weight alone, and cracks below us as Lucian tries to bite me. The floor finally gives way and as we fall through, we land at Daryl’s feet. He had been so close to finding me and I watch as pure anger takes over him as he registers Lucian. Tufts of black hair begin sprouting from him as his clothes split at the seams, his muscles bursting through. His clawed hand slams into Lucian, sending him crashing through the wall as his eyes settle on me. “Found you!” he links me with a growl.

Dylan dreamily reached down to release the lust in his body but was held back by my mean-spiritedness. “Dylan, just tell me how you feel right now!” I said weakly, "I'm afraid I'm not doing well!" Dylan looked at me dreamily, I felt a trace of anger in it, and I almost laughed. Dylan lunged forward to bite me on the shoulder until the bite oozed some blood before stopping. Although it hurt, I didn't push Dylan away, even though he let out his anger. “High, Bernie, you make me so high.” Dylan gritted his teeth, then softly leaned against my shoulder for comfort: "So, make me cum!"

I slowly squinted my eyes open to peep, I could literarily hear my heart beat so fast, my limps were weak and my lips were quivering, hot tears were trembling to pour out of my eyes. I peeped and I saw the black monster standing in front of me in a stoic stance, "It's me" A familiar voice proceeded from the monster's mouth. Dante. His voice was hard, harder than before. I heaved a sigh of relief, and melted into the ground in that instant, my heart climbed it's way back to my chest and my breathing calmed. I opened my mouth to make a sound, but nothing came. I would have said, "You scared me".