Debbie Wexler Novels & Stories

“You guys haven’t seen the news? Mr. Alexander’s out on a date with his future wife. Looks like he’s getting married. As for Angela? She’s probably been dumped. She is gold digger, and now she’s scrambling to find someone else rich.” Angela shot up from her seat and locked eyes with Debra. The chill in her gaze was enough to freeze anyone in place. Debra flinched. “Fuck! What did I say that’s wrong?” Angela didn’t skip a beat. “No wonder you’ve been with X Group for almost ten years and still haven’t gotten anywhere. The people who started after you are all getting promotions. Maybe it’s time you stopped complaining and looked at yourself for once?” “You—”

Chelsea said brightly with a quick kiss on the cheek. "Love you too Chelse!" Deborah said, waving goodbye as she got into her car and pulled out of the Bywater's driveway. It was time to get home and wait for her son. *** When she got back from the Bywaters, Deborah had gone straight up to her room, stripping off all of her clothes before jumping on her bed, her hand already between her legs sliding along her slippery lips. She hadn't been able to control herself. There were too many images in her head of young healthy cocks shooting out ridiculous amounts of sperm. Potent, fertile, baby-making spunk. Spunk that she had swallowed, spunk that Chelsea had let knock her up. Deborah really was a

Debbie, who was the assistant manager of the human resources department, was the biggest gossip in the administration building. "What happened?" Summer asked as she pulled out her chair. She hadn't slept well last night, and she rubbed her forehead in exhaustion. With everything that had been going on in her life, she wasn't in the mood for company gossip. Debbie rarely saw Summer looking so down and studied her before taking a seat as well. "Are you alright? You don't look so good," Debbie said worriedly. Debbie then pushed her face closer to Summer's to take a better look. She found that Summer had serious dark circles under her swollen eyes from crying.

Reply to 888, comment #978: "It's not hearsay, it's true! I saw Debbie and Bobby's sister shopping and eating together. They have a great relationship." Comment #2098: "It's indeed the power of influence. Debbie did such disgusting things and still got her job back. What about the framing of Professor Watson? Is that just going to be ignored?" Reply to 2098, comment #4029: "What can we do? Debbie has strong connections; we can't afford to mess with her." Comment #5039: "Haaa, now our doctors at the hospital will have their reputation ruined again by Debbie." Reply to 5039, comment #6798:

I felt really guilty. I just left without a word. “How are you a part of the council? How are you not human?!” Alexa smiled, “My mother was a fallen witch, she lived in the human realm. Oh it's completed, it will take more than a day to explain things clearly.” “What about Kelly?” I asked. Alexa sighed, “I explained everything to her. It took a while for her to believe me but she eventually understood what we are. You should pay her a visit sometime, she's about seventy years old now in the human realm. I reckon she won't live past eighty.”

Alexis asked with a smile, noticing Debbie's distant gaze. Debbie jumped, her mind having wandered off. "You're such a tease! You startled me, haha," Debbie laughed. "I've been watching you for a while - you seem a little down. It's your wedding day, though! Smile! And then comes the honeymoon, hehe," Alexis joked, grinning. "Cut it out! But I am excited, haha," Debbie replied, laughing. Alexis wrapped her arms around Debbie in a warm hug. "Congratulations, besh - I wish you all the happiness in the world," Alexis said, her voice choked with emotion.

Dexie addressed him first, her tone professional and steady, "if there are no further questions, I’ll leave the rest of the verification to your team. I've submitted the revised formula. You should have the final results within 48 hours." Johnson opened his mouth to speak but stumbled for a moment, glancing at Luke, unsure what to say. Dexie’s lips curved faintly in amusement. "Or would you rather question my qualifications now?" Weldon snapped back to reality, finally piecing together the truth. Dexie… Mrs. Huxley Dawson… and Professor Hansley were one and the same. And she'd managed to earn her place here—despite Roger Zellweger's lies, despite her lack of formal education, despite everyth

"We will now review the evidence and proceed with further questioning. It is imperative that the truth comes to light in this matter." With that, he signaled for the process to begin in earnest. *** Debbie sat up straighter, her voice urgent as she pointed at the two women standing behind her. "I have two witnesses with me!" she declared hastily. "Ahna Medina and Wendy Smalls!" The women stiffened at the sudden introduction, as if they hadn't expected Debbie to throw them in so quickly. "Oh? Am I—" Ahna started hesitantly. "That's right! I also saw it clearly!" Wendy cut in, her voice just a little too enthusiastic.

Chapter Ninety-Six – Parting gift. Winx accepted to be a witness to keep Deborah Chan in rehab. Many protesters wanted her to be kept in jail despite her being a minor. She was losing fans by the minute. The media had caught whiff of what happened because a popular celebrity had been in the boutique when it happened, while shooting a video for her fans. She also witnessed that Debby just walked into the store then went after the girls. The identity of the other girl wasn’t necessary to the media, they only wanted to know why the genius attempted murder.

Hammer had spent decades in the field, had watched good men and women die in alleyways, in deserts, in underground bunkers—some killed by the very criminals they had been hunting, some sacrificed by their own government when the mission had gone wrong. But Wexler? Wexler was different. She had been more than a boss, more than a partner—she had been the one person who had ever made him feel like he wasn’t just another government-trained killer, like he was something more than the job, more than the violence, the deception, the endless pursuit of men like Jeremy Cali. And now, she was gone, her blood on his hands, her voice still haunting him in the dead of night, in the rare hours when he all