Torment Dylan Page Novels & Stories

“His name is Franco as you have heard me speak his name many times. He's the best tracker. The best of the best. He finds anything and everything I want him to find.” I leaned down to level his sight. “But I’d rather enjoy this moment torturing you.” I grabbed his wounded thigh and pressed my thumb on his bleeding wound. He screamed and shivered in pain and agony. “Speak!” “Who ordered you to do it?” Sol asked, grabbing his chin to lift his head up, forcing him to look at him while my thumb steady on his wound. “Who taught you about my name?” He growled. Dylan Ross was tougher than we thought. He endured every pain and tortured we’ve given him. Though I love to torture him physically until h

Dylan covered his face with an arm. "Wow… I don't even know what to say…" she said, walking towards Dylan's bed. She stopped and looked at the broken pot on the ground, "What is this?" "What?" Dylan removed the arm that covered his eyes. "This broken pot on the ground..." Dylan flashed a smirk. "It's the oil he uses on me..." "And why is it broken? It's every thing you two do..." Dylan turned away from her, being on his back. "I kicked the pot on purpose... it looks like the doctor who supplies him with the oil doesn't have any more of these... it will take about five days to get more, which is good... so I won't be forced to sleep with that delinquent..."

Damon grabbed him by the collar and lifted him, looking like a demon from hell. Dylan trembled and began to beg for mercy, "M-Mr. Sumner, I was wrong... I'm inhuman, please— Ah!" With a scream, Dylan's arm was dislocated. "You used both hands to touch her. The other one can go too," Damon said flatly. "Mr. Sumner, I didn't—" Before Dylan could finish, Damon dislocated his other arm. Overwhelmed by pain, Dylan broke out in a cold sweat and was unable to beg for mercy.

Blood continued to drip from his stomach, but he was too proud to beg for help again. “Dammit, Paul, what the hell happened in there?” I hissed, frustration and fear twisting in my belly. He didn’t answer, too focused on his pain, but my thoughts were already spiraling. My mind flashed back to the image of Dylan. What kind of power does Dylan posses so own that kind of big wolf? And what kind of monster was Dylan, to unleash that sort of power? When we finally made it inside, I half-dumped Paul into the nearest chair. His face twisted in pain, and he snarled in frustration, his eyes darting toward the door, as if expecting Dylan to return.

Around the same time, Helen went to Nelson's house, and Dylan went to a pub to meet his friends. Because of being too upset and disappointed about love affairs, instead of having a normal conversation with you as usual. Dylan has isolated himself from the crowd, alone immersed in drunkenness. Whoever asked, Dylan, did not answer, so there was no response. He just sat there and kept drinking as if he'd never had a drink. The wine that Dylan considers water? But even drinking a lot of water at once, makes the digestive system work difficult. Abdominal bloating is very common. Dylan has forgotten that and carelessly tortures himself like a criminal, in need of purification to give his soul peac

Anna wipes the tears from her face and then she leaves. I get up from my chair. “Did you really find the person behind this?” I asked them. “Not necessarily, we found the person Dylan sold the pages to. His name is Tommy Merlyn, he's kind of an intermediary, he gets things that are hard to get fir buyers that are willing to pay, if you get what I'm saying. I also found out that he will be at the club tonight, so we need to get home and change fast.” She tells me.

Damon grabbed him by the collar and lifted him, looking like a demon from hell. Dylan trembled and began to beg for mercy, "M-Mr. Sumner, I was wrong... I'm inhuman, please— Ah!" With a scream, Dylan's arm was dislocated. "You used both hands to touch her. The other one can go too," Damon said flatly. "Mr. Sumner, I didn't—" Before Dylan could finish, Damon dislocated his other arm. Overwhelmed by pain, Dylan broke out in a cold sweat and was unable to beg for mercy.

I finally say and I do enjoy the shock in his eyes, "I'm managing my anxiety and just focusing on my job. Taking over the Angelou empire is my destiny, I'm going to follow it. I don't give a shit about your opinion on this because you're no one of importance. If you want to keep this alliance our families have, that's great... but if you want to keep being an asshole, that's great too. I'll be ready for anything, Dylan. I simply don't have time for childish games anymore." Lies. I do have time for them, but not while on Xanax. I feel very serious right now. And I never thought I'd see the day, but Dylan is stunned into silence. He didn't see this coming, did he? "Losing Dolly to me affected

" I heard the voice whispered in my ear, a promise that made my soul yearn to reach, that made me fall to my knees, taking a deep breath as tears streamed down my face. It was so easy, so easy to give up. To never feel that pain again and to give up this rage that consumes me. All I had to do was curl up in this darkness and make it my blanket, my protection, my shield. "I'm tired..." My voice is a whisper and when I finally realize that that darkness is going to take me I am pulled out. Dylan POV

the servant said as she shook in fear. They went to the room and Dante opened the door. On the floor was Yedam and Paula. Dracaryx entered the room and touched Paula's throat. There was no pulse, on the side of her neck were too puncture holes, her skin was pale like she had been drained of blood. There were also hand prints on her neck which indicated that a struggle had taken place.