Young Dylan O Brien Novels & Stories

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.

Soon after, she turned to Dylan and said, “Cousin, this is our Emgrand Group’s vice chairperson, Miss Young.” Dylan stretched out his hand right away and said in a flattering manner, “Oh, I’ve heard of Miss Young’s great name before. It’s an honor to finally put a face to that name, and honestly, you really do live up to your name! I’m Dylan, a descendant of the Koch family from Eastcliff.” With a slight nod, Doris politely said, “It’s an honor to meet you.” However, Doris was not very surprised upon discovering the identity of Dylan.

Osborne asked, they’d both seemed to forget I was still there. “Recently she went through an ordeal,” Dylan answered. “The doctor says she has partial amnesia.” “What the fuck,” Osborne muttered. Dylan nodded again, then looked back at me. “First, do me the honor of letting me teach him a lesson myself,” he said, head bowed in that polite, dangerous way. Osborne agreed. “I’ll be going back to my family now. Thank you, old friend.” Osborne spared me a last devilish glance and walked off. Dylan’s voice snapped an order as he reached his car: “Get that idiot in my car.” he barked, now I wished they would just kill me off.

"Thank you." "Don't mention." Dylan smiled and watched the kid walk off. The tap on his feet brought his attention back to the table, and he saw Kyle already had his screen turned to him. ~~Why did you do that?~~ "Hm? Do what?" ~~You didn't give him your number. Why?~~ He's not brown haired but blond, neither is he brown eyed but hazel. So, not my type, duhh. Was Dylan's honest reason, yet he responded.

Dylan growled lowly in a threatening voice. Brian, being the cocky, arrogant jerk he happened to be, ignored Dylan's warning and rolled his eyes but before he could speak again I pitched in. "He's just a friend, kiddo," A little white lie never hurt anyone. I didn't want to break a little kid's heart. I didn't have it in me to do that especially since she was too young to understand my reasons for doing all this. "Is that so?" Dylan said, with a devilishly handsome smirk on his face, "Then I guess he wouldn't mind if I did this."

Just great. Dylan is the beta's son and he's best friends with the alpha's son ,if you want to avoid any social activities , social popularity and gossip staying far away from them is the best option possible. Dylan is hot, like badboy kind of hot he has curly brown hair and a tall basketballer body ,well he's a basketballer obviously .. with his signature black motorcycle ,he's your typical bad boy character which surprisingly makes me a little curious if there is a broken or sad Dylan underneath that facade? .. I sigh " what do you want Dylan"? I asked

“You and Brielle aren’t getting any younger, son. What exactly are you still waiting for—” “Don’t force our son, Layla.” His father’s voice cut his mother off, making it hard for Dylan not to smile. “Dylan can decide for himself. He’s old enough. And besides, Brielle isn’t in a rush anyway. Right, Brielle?” At his father’s question, Dylan turned his attention to his girlfriend. He looked at her, quietly waiting for her response. Brielle Clarkson met his gaze. He didn’t miss the subtle pout on her lips before she turned to his parents and flashed them a sweet smile.

Dylan noticed Brian’s brooding demeanor and approached him with a smirk, stepping away from the rest of the group. “Hard to believe, right? The very guy you pushed out of the group because you couldn’t stand him… and now he’s the talk of the town. The most celebrated young idol, the top search online,” Dylan said proudly. “Will you just shut up?” Brian snapped, his face contorting with frustration. He hadn’t even wanted to come to the party, but Dylan had made sure he was there, thanks to his father’s influence. No one at the party had brought bodyguards; they were all on their own.

"Nothing, boss. Rylan looks young, is he only 17?" "Of course not. He's not that young, he just has a baby face," Dylan replied with a grin at Nico's incorrect guess. "He's turning 20 next month," he added. "20? Really, boss? I thought he was only 16 when we first saw him," Nico said in amazement. "Why are we only 25 but look like dads," Nico whispered, but Dylan heard it. "What do you mean, WE? You're the only one who looks old here."

“Flynn told me a little about his time at the Chadwick-Brooks house and Dylan, but I feel like I’m missing a lot of information. Why did Dylan think he deserved a higher position at the company when he was only a teenager who hadn’t finished compulsory education?” He looked over to see Henry wincing. “Dylan is a year younger than Sarah and Flynn. He was a little put out when Flynn had to move in with them. Dylan has always been someone who has his own ideas and he’s set on them. It is practically confirmed that he grew up assuming he would have it easy and he would be assigned the CEO or COO position at Chadwick’s Creations because he is part of that family. Dylan does not like having to rea