Young Dylan O Brien Novels & Stories

This hood was going to be notorious for being one of the baddest, most savagery and most cruel that the street had ever seen. "Boss, someone is here to see you" I turned around and a young guy probably the same age as me, with bandages across his arm alongside bruises on his face was standing and staring at me. "Leave us" I ordered Junior, who had made the announcement. "Who are you? And what brings you to the hood?" I asked, dragging the last part of the cigarette and blowing it up into the air. "The name is Dylan and I am from Oakwood highschool" The moment he mentioned it, I dropped my and pulled out my gun and aimed it at him.

One time around a year or two ago, I had watched the news about the illegal selling of arms to both locals and ones in high society and I had looked up Dylan on the internet, they made him look so evil like a serial killer and an evil but good looking man. “What's my toy thinking?” I looked up, almost surprised. Almost. “Stop sneaking up on me and I told you I'm not your toy. I can be milkweed or whatever”, I said, rolling my eyes. Dylan smirked. “It's been long since I last punished you, Annie”. The way he said my name made my senses alert and the look on his face…a smile that could charm a stone hearted witch yet crush her. I was more scared of his smile than his deep voice and I knew ins

Dylan's POV I frowned in impatience as I watched the stack of unsigned contracts on my table, they are the names of new models that have been hired. Ouch, let me introduce myself, my name is Dylan Sabastine. My father was an Alpha before his death and I am supposed to be the next Alpha but I couldn't lead the red moon pack with the death of my father still hunting me.

Unlike the other classy and sophisticated rich kids, Dylan acted like a wolf from the slums draped in stains and gold. He was a problem back then. Probably, still is, giving headaches to everyone around him. A notorious rebel, he was untouchable, the youngest and favorite child of Mrs. Elena Everett. No one dared to stand in his way. Dylan was uncontrollable. He was a wolf who did whatever came to his mind. And in the worst cases, he chose violence, either for fun or simply because he was having a bad day.

—That’s what I’m going to do, Dylan retorted, standing up to get another drink. Bryan looked at me, irritated. —Your friend is very cheeky, you know? —Of course I know. I’ve known him since we were kids, I replied, laughing. —My condolences, he said, half-serious. I was enjoying myself until Bryan received a call. His expression changed, and he stepped away to answer, gesturing and speaking loudly. Meanwhile, Dylan returned with two shots. —This one’s yours, he said, handing me a glass with a red liquid.

Leon berated. If Spencer were to find out that Dylan's younger sister is Renea, and that they are close, it could be advantageous for Dylan. I know Dylan is currently in a supporting male role. However, if Spencer were to expand his role and give him more screen time, Dylan might attract more attention. With more fans, we no longer have to worry about Dylan not getting any good acting roles in the future.” “Yeah, dad knows me the best.” Dylan naturally thought so. Although Dylan has gained some fans, he was still C- C-Lister. Besides, their company lacked good resources. Dylan wanted to become an A-list celebrity like Richard. Someone with the freedom to choose resources and possessed high p

Dylan smiled and bend down. " Such a good looking child. How old are you?", she asked. "I am twenty nine years old, granny", Dylan replied sweetly. " So good looking and young. I hope you will take care of my Rosa", the woman said. Dylan smiled. "Don't worry grandma. Rosa is the apple of my eyes and I wouldn't let anything dangerous come near her", He said. " Such a flatterer and a smoothie! Humph! Are you sure he is the man you chose Rosa?", Everything was okay until a stern voice asked.

When Egan heard that, he followed, they both surveyed and rested, the area also had a hot spring area, Egan was very interested and went out there for nearly five days before he left. The project was started, and Dylan did a great job, he was very good at capturing projects and jobs, everyone was wary of Dylan because he was a new factor that helped Egan's company grow more and more. strong, also has gone abroad developed. Over the course of a year, Dylan became the youngest person to become a rich and talented CEO.

Badly. "We broke up years ago. I was around fifteen and a half." Dylan will be twenty-one early next year. I don't miss the Dodginess. I asked why. Instead, he gave me when. There's a crack though. In that well-sought amour, he snaps. He tightens his shoulder blades and shuts his eyes. Then he shakes. He wriggles so harshly I want to run over there and hold him. He's not crying, but his eyes have turned a darker shade of red.

He hadn’t changed much, though, because he could still be just as suffocating. “What are you staring at?” both Dylans asked at the same time. Dylan let out a sigh, and I wanted to sigh right along with him. He was the one who told us not to interact too much, yet if anyone was close to exposing us, it was him. I mean…both versions. “How old are you?” Dylan asked suddenly. His voice had become a bit kinder, and it was his first genuine interaction with himself. “Almost eleven,” the younger one said proudly.