Cartoon Character Dexter Laboratory Novels & Stories

Dexter was now sitting on the grass while a few girls stood around him. One of them was holding what looked like a makeup brush and was seriously applying makeup to his face. Had Dexter seen a mirror? I didn’t think he realised how funny he looked now Almost like a clown. I held my chest, laughing. Dexter turned around and our eyes met. I still couldn’t stop laughing. When I saw the pink eyeshadow on his eyes, I was almost gasping for breath. Dexter asked for a mirror when he saw how seriously I was laughing.

"Who would’ve thought Calvin had such a beautiful daughter? Let the kid go and take this one instead!" "Let’s see who dares!" The sound of a stick striking the wall froze everyone in their tracks. Even Barnes, who was about to step forward, stopped. Dexter strolled in, dragging an iron rod along the ground, a smirk playing on his lips. Seeing his face, Barnes inhaled sharply and instinctively greeted him, "Young Master?" "Get lost." Dexter’s expression shifted as he glanced at Barnes. "You must have me mistaken." "Ah." Barnes hesitated before quickly correcting himself. "My apologies..."

It also hugs me in the right places, helping to hide my baby bump. Dexter is about six foot three maybe and has these green eyes and brown waves like McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy. The guy smiles, and his teeth are perfect, and he has a dimple in one cheek. I swear if I had met him before I ever met Rowan, he would be my type. But Rowan has ruined me. No one holds a candle to him. I don’t crave anyone else like him. Plus, the damn pregnancy has me hornier than ever. I had to buy two toys when I got here. Had it delivered to my room, and I’ve used it twice since I landed.

I kept staring at Lernie as she smiled forming tears. "What are you doing here?" she said while suppressing her tension. My eyes fell on Lernie's fist that was now clenched. I felt like she really wanted to hurt me now but before she could step closer to me I could see out of the corner of my eye the re-bounce of Dexter's fist towards me. I turned sideways to dodge Dexter's punch and to hide myself in front of Lernie. Dexter grinned as he faced me, "What is this? You're really the one the Mayor sent to spy on us-"

I slowly opened my eyes and caught the shimmering ones of Dexter, who stared at me with a lethal look on his face. "There you are."

I laughed, standing up. “Don’t fight with him again. He’s really strong,” I say to him, going to the kitchen. “You don’t need to tell me twice,” he mumbled. Dexter was a boxer in high school and college days. After he got off the wheelchair, he started boxing again, and he was really good at it. I don’t know if he still boxes, but I know for a fact he’s strong. I won’t want to be at the receiving end of his punch. I breathed out, feeling so much relief. Hopefully, I was wrong about Deborah. If not, I am literally about to be friends with someone who hates the sight of me and my child, someone that could be a danger to her.

Dexter stepped out from the shadows, lowering his gun. “He talks too much. I'm Dexter, your botler,”he giggled. He was tall, tatted and good looking. A corn row on his head. He looked more like a play boy than a mafia. He walked close to me, extending his hand and i grabbed it, trying hard to hide my fear, my grip firm. “Welcome to the real mafia life, boss. This is just the…begining.” a cruel smile on his lips.

Dexter watched Charlie instead of the screen. “Practice,” he said. Charlie blinked. “Practice?” “Smile,” Dexter repeated. Heat crawled up Charlie’s neck. He tried lips lifting hesitantly, expression unsure. It felt wrong on his face, stretched and borrowed. Dexter shook his head, looking at Charlie with dissatisfaction. “No. That looks like fear.” “I…” Charlie swallowed. “I am afraid.” “I know,” Dexter said. “That’s why it doesn’t work.” He stepped closer, invading Charlie’s space without touching him. “Think of something you care about,” Dexter instructed. “Something safe.”

The perks of being me. Dexter was an extremely handsome man with a perfect sloped jawline, straight sloped nose, and stubble just enough to make you want to rub your fingers on it. His chest was broad, and muscles earned naturally that it didn’t overbear you from the rest of his body. I knew he had strong, thick calves, and veins that stood out from his forearms, and triceps. He was everyone's type even I couldn’t deny the allure of Dexter Kent. When he stood in a room you couldn’t deny his existence. The more you tried the deeper ingrained he became in your life. He was subtle when he approached but determined. I remember the indent of his lower back when he walked, and the flex of his ches

Dexter………. He had already forgotten about the party and the message was like a remembrance,he raced to his room and took a cold shower and started rumpaging his wardrobe looking for a cloth that somehow matched the occasion of party and ended up with a pink plaid trouser and a pokemon shirt,he looked in the mirror and smiled while styling his hair,there was no Ste-phen or anyone to stop him from going for the party tonight