Blossom X Dexter Novels & Stories

The pulse beneath her skin surged like electricity. A whisper tickled her ear. Not a sound. Just a pressure in her bones. Bloom. She ripped her hand back like it burned. Her phone buzzed, the vibration a violent shock in the quiet room. Jules: Still feeling it? Aria: Worse. Two more petals bloomed. It’s changing again. Jules: Meet at the market. Let’s see if anyone else’s reacting. Niko’s already there. She hesitated, then typed: Aria: On my way.

"Put that down, Inés. You don’t know what you’re playing with." "Neither do you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Alonso Delgado wouldn’t know about secret passages. Wouldn’t lie about who screamed. Wouldn’t come out of a wall with blood on his hands." He said nothing. She moved toward him, poker still raised. "Who are you?" Silence stretched between them. And then he smiled. But it wasn’t Alonso’s smile. It was colder. Crueler. More dangerous. "You’re clever, cara mia. I’ll give you that."

Ethan As Nathaniel and Liam’s kiss ended, they leaned into each other, their foreheads touching, lost in the intimate silence of their love. The clearing was filled with the sounds of cheering, laughter, and celebration, but at that moment, it felt like time stood still for them. I moved forward, ready to embrace my best friend and share his joy, but the atmosphere suddenly shifted. A loud scream pierced the air, shattering the peaceful moment. I whipped around and saw Rose on her knees, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her face contorted in pain. Fear gripped me, my heart pounding as I sprinted toward her. By the time I reached her, she had collapsed, unconscious, her body limp in m

Minnie opened the door. A delivery man stood there holding a sleek white box tied with a crimson ribbon. “Delivery for Minerva Rivera.” She took it, heart fluttering for reasons she didn’t want to name. Inside was a simple bouquet of pale pink roses and eucalyptus, arranged with quiet elegance. Nestled among the blooms was a card in that same clean block handwriting. Looking forward to our partnership. – Johnny C. No hearts. No “xoxo.” Just words. But somehow, they landed harder than any emoji ever could.

Therefore, he clenched his fists and bit his bottom lip. Zoren immediately approached them when he saw Harry there, and he drew a wide smile on his lips. “Hi, I'm Detective Zoren, and we received a call from here. Perhaps you are Mr. Felix Crosinciano, the owner of this Vanilla club, am I right?” When he introduced himself to Felix, he handed him a calling card, and Felix also gave him his business card. He was about to speak, but suddenly, he turned to his right where he saw Harry.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

A big cake, overlaid with nicely scented roses was in the middle of the bed, surrounded by several red boxes of different sizes. My heart skipped a beat as I read the inscription on the cake. It was my birthday and I didn't even remember it. Simultaneously, the door pushed open and Dexter appeared, looking drop dead gorgeous. "Looking for me?" He smiled cheekily. A usual show of his arrogance. But his sexy abs that bulged through the silk black shirt he wore didn't go unnoticed. His hair was damp, like he just came out from the shower. "Don't flatter yourself. I wasn't really looking for you." I feigned nonchalance.

It wasn't until 8:30 am that Liam managed to negotiate for him to have a private meeting with Dexter. In just one night, Dexter had lost all his former glory. Dressed in the detention center's deep blue prison uniform, his tall frame looked stiff and constrained. His face was covered in unshaven stubble, and his bloodshot eyes were sunken with exhaustion—he looked utterly haggard. Dominic's cane struck the ground with loud thuds, his heart truly aching deeply. He raised his hand and slapped Dexter several times. "Dexter, are you out of your mind? Who is Willow to you? She’s your sister-in-law! She once served you tea and regarded you as a brother!

"Romantic? I'm the type who never lets a slight go unanswered. "I'm actually curious to see how long Trevin, with his empty pockets, and his now-paralyzed Wren, can keep the flame alive." … "Paralyzed?" Edward's confused gaze met mine, and I could not help but chuckle as I pulled him down to sit and began to explain. "The night Trevin was detoxifying Wren, the two of them became intimate and went too far, causing them to miss the best chance to treat her legs. Now she's paralyzed. Without that emergency serum, she might not have made it at all."