Young Dylan O Brien Novels & Stories

Dylan was the most famous, renowned, young, handsome, and richest musician in the country and across the continent. He was admired and adored by the whole country. I heard no one gets in physical contact with him except for his family members and manager. He was also the heir to the Talen's Empire. Although he had step-siblings. Yes, he was from a polygamous family. Although rumors have it that his mum, Flora Talen slept with her best friend's husband, Chris Talen. Who married her after he found out she was pregnant for him.

Her entire outfit was skin tight, complimenting all the places on her body that had filled out. I had to refrain from licking my lips and making her angrier than she already was. Most of all, I loved the way her blue eyes stood out against her pale but darkened skin. Elodie was mixed. Her father, white, and her mother, black. Her usually curly hair was straightened down her back. She was gorgeous. Truly a sight to behold.

Being a key collector had to be the hardest thing ever. "Hey, look!" Liana stopped walking and turned off her flashlight. "That's Dylan's cabin." Dylan Ineroy was one of the most desired young men in town. He was not rich but was hardworking and very handsome. He had a perfect body with well defined muscles that weren't huge. His rugged looks made every girl want to be with him although he did not seem to be into romance. Also, he was rarely seen which made him mysterious and that was a major point in his favour. Every girl wanted to be the one who finally changed his heart.

Just as he was about to get busy, Ashley’s phone rang so Allen left the office quietly. “Dylan, what’s wrong?” “Are you ready to join the crew of Youth 1990?” Judging by the noise from his side, Ashley could tell that Dylan was in a crowded public area. “I have already studied the script. I’m still in YN City right now. I’ll return to the Capital City with my son tomorrow morning then I’ll pack for my luggage. Meet me at my apartment then.” “How about I wait for you mother and son in the airport? Use the business class by the way so no crowd will photograph you. The last thing we want right now is another black material before your works are released.”

I widen my eyes and look straight at Troy nervously. "I'm kidding. I won't bite. My name is Dylan. I'm new in town. I just got here a few days ago, my dad is a sergeant in the military nearby." He says smiling and glancing between each of us. He stops his gaze on Troy who is particularly overprotective of me, due to the constant bullying the cheerleaders and football guys do to me, because of Amber and Logan. Troy gives him a stern look, narrowing his eyebrows and clenching his jaw. Dylan clears his throat and looks away towards Alexa. "So, what's good around here? What do you guys like to do for fun? I mean, besides partying of course."

Ignoring the fact that just the mention of Linc is making me blush like an idiot. "That is good to hear. I was kind of worried, considering the scandal that broke out." He says. Again, that casual detached tone that makes me feel like he is not attentive or cared much about anything outside of his sketches and dreams. "Scandal?" I ask dumbly, turning to look at him full in the face. I realise that Dylan has a boyish face because he is definitely younger than twenty two. He is probably not even twenty yet. He is really young, which means he got into college early like one of those child prodigies scattered all over campus.

Dylan says. I stand there stiffly when she wraps her arms around me. I was not expecting her to give me a hug. Dylan has a huge smile when I look over at him. He finally tells his mother to let him go, which she does. She leads us through the house and out into the backyard where a man who must be Dylan’s father is at the barbie flipping large hunks of meat. It smelled delicious, and my stomach decided to remind me that I hadn’t eaten brekky that morning. His mother introduces his father, Richard, to me along with his younger brother, Terrance, who is 17, and sister, Veronika, who is 15. I laugh when Veronika starts teasing Dylan. The backyard fills up quickly when the team, Lina and

I have a thing for baseball players, and at a party this past semester I was talking to a guy on the baseball team called “Dylan”. Dylan and I had talked before so he knew that I was gay. He has a girlfriend as well. Dylan is about 6 foot 3, lanky with a well defined six-pack and of course a fantastic ass and great abs. He has brown eyes and curly brown hair. I’d crushed on him so hard and thought about him while jerking off but figured he was straight.

It was bunched up around the sleeves, revealing some muscles and he had on some whitewashed jeans that pulled the whole look together. If I hadn’t known him personally, I wouldn’t have guessed his age. He looked younger than he was. “Yeah, business has been booming tonight,” Dylan laughed, returning back to his business. As if on cue, Sky, one of us, walked over with a tray in hand, her lips pressed up in a tight line. “I sure as hell am not going to clean up anybody’s puke, these people are disgusting,” she complained briefly to Derek before she went over to Dylan to collect some drinks.

Dylan. Being the Alpha king's son made him the most popular and recognized one amongst his Friends. It would’ve been easier to say that was the only reason he enjoyed great attention. Dylan was a born Adonis. He had long brown hair, which he tied ponytail style. His eyes were cocoa brown and he had slight plump lips that begged to be kissed. He was six foot tall and had a body that screamed of his manly appeal. Even the blind testified of his looks. You know, it was one thing to have the looks but it was a whole different ball game to have the attitude fit for that face. Dylan had a distinct charisma around him. When he moved, he didn’t walk but rather he swaggered.