Young Dylan O Brien Novels & Stories

He just looked at me and nodded his head. Now all that is out of the way, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Dylan Riley and I'm 17 years old. My hair is a dark brunette almost black in color and my eyes are simple brown. My height is roughly 5"6 and I am a student at high school. My younger brother, Freddie, is 6 years old and I often find him in trouble, hence the reason I have to help him out.

“You. Speak truth or join the cells.” Briony quavered. “Beta Hawthorne promised silver. I refused—until fear outweighed refusal. Then I… warned her.” Dylan’s jaw clenched. “Report to Elder Mara. She decides your penance.” After guards led Briony away, Dylan faced Ophelia. “I failed again.” “Not yet,” she whispered. “But your father-in-law sharpens knives.” Dylan’s laugh was hollow. “Former father-in-law.” --- #### Visiting the Quiet Grave

He breathed in faintly, his patience waning as he waited for the right moment to change the topic He had a confession he wanted to make to her, and he hoped he'd be able to tell her today. “Which one of your favourite photos is here?” She asked, pointing at different pictures. “I feel like each one has a story about your journey.” Dylan nodded in agreement and then, he reached for a picture of him receiving an award. He was around the age of five then. Dylan was from a rich home and he's been acting since he was a kid so it wasn't surprising if he ended up as an actor.

Dylan leaned back on his chair and Mrs Whitmore nodded with a satisfied smile. Hailey had to look at the Dylan guy. She didn't think he was smart. Wow. “Why don't we look into his love life?” A lady suggested and Mrs Whitmore nodded. She already thought about that. And she had already gone through it. “I already looked into that. And shockingly, he hasn't had any relationships apart from a one night stand with some girl twelve years ago when he was still a young lad in high school.” A picture came up on the wall and it was an old black and white picture of a young guy and a lady. They were both smiling at each other.

In fact, Dylan was the council’s President against school bullying. “Ma'am, I swear there is no one in this class that looks as pretty as my Sean." Dylan said very proudly. Unbothered by the glares his girl classmates throw at him. But in the end Dylan didn’t get what he wanted. No matter how much he insisted Sean to be the muse. He slumps back to his chair feeling disappointed. He pouts and whines like a kid especially when he heard his twin brother got nominated to be the escort. And of course it’s already decided. Dean got the position.

I said to him "I am the owner. I just bartend because it's really packed here tonight. I'll let you pass since your dad is a friend of mine," He said to me "Thanks so about this love interest. What's his memo?" I asked. He chuckled. "His name is Dylan. He's 32, six years younger than I am. He's a bartender here, blonde hair, brown eyes and very petite. He's a cute little thing, he's also gay but very shy. He talks to customers but he doesn't keep conversations long. I'm also his boss so I don't want to screw things up," He said to me smiling. My eyes quickly roamed over the counter and there were two blonde bartender. A small one mixing drinks and another flirting with a customer.

Dylan continued, "I admire him too. I graduated from an Ivy League school. I turned down offers from many famous companies on Wall Street to follow the boss. I watched him build a business empire in ten years. Who else can do that?" Emily had a question, "Dylan, how old are you?" "Thirty-six," Dylan said casually, raising an eyebrow and grinning, "You couldn’t tell, right?" Indeed, she couldn't. Every time she saw Dylan, he was full of energy. Dylan radiated youthfulness. Emily thought he was at most thirty, but he was actually a few years older than Mr. Satan. Dylan looked very pleased with himself, "If you stay happy, you’ll look young. Emily, you should stay happy too, and you’ll be as yo

He and Dylan looked so much alike that it hurts. Abel, Dylan's brother, walked up to me and smiled. Abel dyed the top of his hair red. The bottom of his hair is the same shade of brown Dylan has before he dyed it. Abel, however, has ocean blue eyes while Dylan's is brown. Abel is currently 23, a few years older than Dylan and me. "What's up? I haven't seen you in a long time." Abel smiled. I nodded. "Yeah. Um... mind if I come in?"

Dylan shakes his head and says “ No mom, that boy is not suitable for us. He is already 15 years old and will be an adult soon. Do you think I can easily order him around? Moreover, he looked so confident.” Mr. Hunt thinks about it and says “ He is right Diana. We won't be able to control him and it can be a problem for my political career if he decides to retaliate. I can’t risk that.” Mrs. Hunt huffs and says “ What do we do then?” Dylan replies “ I just met a boy Aiden. He is 10 years old and was submissive and obedient. I am sure he will follow my orders without hesitation.” “10 years is quite young. How will he be able to help you in your studies?” asks Mrs. Hunt.

The young man was Dylan Harris, Jenny’s younger brother. He was three years younger than her. The Harris family wasn’t wealthy, but they were close-knit and full of warmth. Dylan was a college student, bright and cheerful like a walking ray of sunshine. “Madison?” he called. She nodded. “Sure. Thank you.” Dylan’s eyes lit up. “Get ready to be impressed! I’m about to show off my skills.” And he did. Before long, he had dug up several crabs, plus a few sea snails and moon shells. He was thrilled.