Blossom X Dexter Novels & Stories

She smiled helplessly. Dexter smiled. He suddenly extended his hand and brushed off a mimosa blossom from Grace's hair. She was taken aback by this action. "I think that makes sense. I'll make the arrangements from here." After speaking, Dexter turned to leave, still holding the flower. His back was broad and upright. Although he was a decade older, he maintained a disciplined physique that showed no signs of aging. At that moment, his serious composure disappeared and instead seemed to gain some charm.

That's how I navigate situations as a practical individual. Speaking with a calm and patient tone, Blaze addressed Dexter, understanding and acknowledging his friend's practical nature and dedication to honesty, "Dexter, I admire your commitment to logic and truth. It's a quality that sets you apart, and I deeply respect that aspect of your character. However, when it comes to relationships, sometimes we have to navigate beyond pure logic. There are moments where emotions come into play, and the dynamics can be more complex."

Dexter sighed, his expression softening as he approached Iris. "Are you done?" he asked, his voice gentle. Iris's voice thickened with annoyance. "You really don't care, do you?" she accused, her eyes welling up with tears. Dexter's eyes filled with compassion as he pulled Iris into a comforting hug. She resisted at first, but soon melted into his touch, her deep breaths breaking into sobs. As they held each other, their lips gravitated towards each other, meeting in a tender, comforting kiss. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, their clothes began to unravel, one piece at a time, until they found themselves lost in the solace of each other's embrace, entwined in the sheets of

“I am. But I need a coffee after that. She exhausted the hell out of me.” Dexter suddenly smirked, clearly amused. I did not know he could have emotions on his face. “I’ll ask my brother to fetch you one. What’s your favorite flavor?” “Hmm. Caramel macchiato. Thank you,” I said, before walking toward Alex’s office. “May I ask who that woman is in Alexander’s life?” I curiously asked as I felt him following me from behind. “Someone not important, ma’am. Boss Astley tried acting on a commercial before, and they became partners on set.” Dexter explained what I think he knows.

“So what’s your point?” “Your father doesn't want you to fail, but it turns out you are as dumb as a box of rocks. So Bella, if you want me to level up your score, tell me everything about Dexter.” Bella rolled her eyes and stood up straight. “What the hell do you need to know about him? He’s just some recently transferred student at the school.” Ste-phen nodded. “Go on.” “Dexter Luther is a dancer, the leader of the Crystal Dancing Group. I heard his father is a billionaire in California. Uhm… what else?” Bella thought for a moment. “He’s just a rich bastard.”

Dexter's eyes went into narrow slits staring at her. "Great! Let's go." She said, unbothered by his tone and gaze. She was picking up her coat and opening up the door. Dexter shook his head and smiled as he followed her out the door. "I need to look for a flower shop. I need to buy a special flower to make my tea." Taesha stated as Dexter looked at her admiringly from behind. And boy, what a stack in the back she gave me to admire.

His voice was barely above a whisper. He cupped my cheeks. “Tonight, we can forget about the husband and whatever he’s up to. Let’s focus on you.” I licked my lips, and his eyes followed. His gaze darkened, and he swallowed hard. “I want to kiss you, Ivy.” I opened my mouth to say something, but before the words left, Dexter leaned forward and captured my lips in a soft kiss. He was gentler than Asher - tender, like he was savoring the taste. I shut my eyes, and all I could see was Asher.

My moonfire wraps around his tether like vines around a branch. He anchors us. Not as a god. Not as a sacrifice. But as our chosen. Ares. My mate. Clara’s mate. Her mate. He whispers through the bond: Come back to me. The spark responds first. A pulse. Then my own answer. Then Clara’s. We breathe as one. That’s when I finally feel it: Her name. Not spoken felt. A divine echo etched in our merging hearts. Claria. The moment the name settles, my sense of identity shifts.

I see Rosemary standing up besides me – they both share a glance at each other , which enrages me even more. “Woman , why does he have the flower that you picked up?!” I scream at her now – I demand to know the meaning of all of this. “Alexander…listen…” she tries to calm me down. “Talk bitch!!” I yell at her , my patience running low. “I gifted him the flower as a thank you from us both…a thank you for looking after the horses” she says in between her sobs. I let my hand take control and a punch is then throw at Xavier , I watch him fall to the floor – I feel some sort of delight doing that. While he lays on the ground , rubbing his cheek with his hand – I bow down and grasp the flower in m

She hit the bars again, hunting for someone new, still playing the sweet, innocent best friend. That's when she met Derek—handsome, smooth talker. He was generous, all honeyed words. Holly thought she'd scored a rich guy and gave him everything. She even paid for him—clothes, watches, whatever he asked. She had no clue Derek was broke. Just a scammer living off women. And his real girlfriend, Tessa? Bad temper. No mercy. She'd already locked onto Holly. One night, Holly had her arm around Derek in a bar when Tessa stormed in with a crew and boxed them in.