Blossom X Dexter Novels & Stories

He teased, with a fake frown displayed on his face. A belly laugh escaped from his lips and he pointed at Dexter with his can. “Only you can get away with that, so you better not be planning on recruiting anyone to say such brutal words.” Dexter raised his hands in surrender. “I would never.” “Good,” he stepped out of the flowerbed and Dexter immediately took the watering can out of his hand and they hugged. Instead of heading into the house, Mr Burkley walked down the rows of flowers, round the pond and down the pavement that was lined with beautiful green hedges, shaped to perfection.

In that instant, she was aware of every single beat her heart made. “You must be kidding me,” Carmen whispered. “I am Dax. What may be your name?” Dax happily said. Carmen felt reluctant to move and lost of words, so she remained stiff, hoping that Dax would leave. “I see that you have taken a liking to the roses. I am a big. fun of them too. But be careful. The bees loves sunflowers, and they can be quite aggressive. I am no stranger to their attack.” Dax said with a bit of concern in his tone.

Daisy asked again, desperate to actually know the problem. "Brett Lexington is a narcissistic sociopath," he went on as if Daisy hadn’t spoken. "He uses his wealth to seduce women, then despise them for being shallow enough to find his wealth attractive. He uses sex to control, and you never know what sort of mood you’ll find him in. That’s part of the high. You psych yourself up for a surge of relief when he’s at his best and when he's not,....." "You don’t know him," Daisy said smoothly, refusing to take the bait. "And neither does your sister."

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

He was holding a boy that looked just like a splitting image of himself as a child! The woman shielded the boy behind her and shot an adamant look at Cassiopeia. "Mrs. Cadell, I promise that I will be Liam’s only parent. I will never try to take Cadell Corporation from you or your daughter." An uncharacteristic tinge of panic flashed across Lucas’s face as he went up to embrace Cassiopeia and offer an explanation. "Cassie, this is Freya Moore. I slept with her when I was drugged five years ago."

Riverbourne, Calvia. Bruce hit the rose garden at dawn—only to find a field of ash. The gardener was sweeping up nearby and looked up. "Mr. Jerkinson? You're up early." Bruce stormed over. "What the hell happened? Where are the roses?" He yanked the guy by the collar. "I was gone a few months. You torch them or something? Do you even know what those meant to Suri? What I put into them?" "Easy, sir! It wasn't us—your wife told us to clear them out. She lit the fire herself."

A familiar conversation drifted out. "Was that flower really that hard to pick?" "You bet. Moonwatch Cliff is so dangerous that even professional climbing teams wouldn’t dare go there lightly." Through the half-open door, Rhea saw Vera idly turning the briar rose in her hands. Sienna Caldwell leaned in, eyes bright with gossip. "Then he really risked his life to get it. When he delivered the flower yesterday, I think I even saw your name tattooed over his heart. He’s really planning to chase you, huh?

Xavier quickly said and damian gestured rose to leave him and she did. Xavier stood up and pressed his handkerchief on his neck to stop bleeding. "Fuck girl, why did you had to be so violent... I was just playing with him, I wasn't going to kill him..." He cursed looking at rose who was standing there looking at him with cold expressions. "Fuck man, from where did you brought her..." He looked at damian who was smirking at him. He stood from his chair and straightened his jacket. "I want my shipments back otherwise I won't stop her next time..."

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

asked Damian as he gawked at her " What's with that look ? Do you think just because I'm girl , I won't be able to take it ?" " you mean to say you can take it ?" " Of course I can !" retorted Rosalie with her arms folded in front . " Fine then let's bet " said Damian holding out his fist " we will watch a marathon of the most scary movies starting from The Exorcist and the first one who give up will treat the winner to a huge a meal at the Dalton's " " You are so on !" agreed Rosalie fist bumping with Damian and walked in the television room.