Dexter Book Series Novels & Stories

In the hall, she checked if had the keys and the phone in her purse, then ran outside, closing the doors. Damon was awakened by some annoying, buzzing noise, so stood up slowly, stretching lazily. He was a tall, muscular man, brown-haired, with gray eyes filled with a magnetic glow, and was surrounded by an aura of mystery that attracted women to him. His hair was cut short and he was dressed in a leather jacket and black velvet pants. Damon didn't even take them off to sleep, so didn't have to get dressed. In addition to beauty and mystery, also hid a dark secret that people did not notice - he was a demon, a completely evil creature whose main purpose was to lead people to the wrong path a

“Someday, Damien, we will rule this land together. All of us, as we were always meant to.” He swung his arms in small, halted jerks as he bounced his baby softly in front of him. “You will walk these halls with your own son as we are right now. I’ve seen it, Damien. We will find him. We will find them all, no matter how long it takes.” The end…for now. The next book in this series is Cursed, please check it out. Also, please connect with me online. authorjwhite.fans https://www.facebook.com/authorjwhite

he said, sipping his coffee. I glanced around at the others in the shop, noticing the tattoos on their necks,bold black ink spelling out "Brooks." The sight knocked out any remaining fear, replacing it with an new emotion, confidence. Atleast I had people to back me up if Damian's gang showed up. “So, let’s get down to business,” Dexter said with a wink. “What do you want me to do, my Lord?” I leaned forward, my voice as cold as ice, “Sell their company. Ruin them. I want her on her knees, begging me, kissing my feet. Do not stop until she...begs.”

Killer But the evidence of the boy I once knew, no longer existed. The slight limp gifted to him by my sister when she knocked him also MIA, as his keen gaze watches me with a hard-eye stare. I knew Dexter first from his father's unorthodox connection with the Delroy family. It was a relationship built on a blood oath that was made many years ago. A price paid to secure they had a future that wasn’t coated with their past discretions. What exactly it was, is still yet to be known. And I wanted to know.

So good, that he even turned her into his pawn. Stacy takes in the look on my face. "You also think I'm stupid right".? "No, I...". "It's fine". She cut me off. "Even if you refuse to admit it, I know for a fact that I was stupid and not stupid in love but stupidly obsessed and a fool. But, thank God for you". I may sound like one of the Sherlock siblings right now but listen to this. How come Dexter is connected to the death of Stacey's parents? How come he still has that pen, instead of doing away with it?

“It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it. For fuck’s sake he does but what of his mate. Apart from the pain of losing a mate, she will also feel his pains while Dexter kills him. Don’t you think that will be too much for her to handle.” Maxwell nodded. “We’ll just sedate her. She won’t feel any pain that way. And besides I’m sure Reid will block her from feeling his pains and if he doesn’t, we sedate her. He really needs to die by Dexter’s hands.” Dexter is a wolf but also half vampire who have lived for thousands of years in a cave just outside the intelligence pack. He is known to kill his prey without mercy and everyone trembled at the mention of his name. Even alphas.

I looked at it for another forty minutes and replayed what I knew. Daisy: grieving, resilient, honest to a fault, currently in the position of having told a good man the truth about her complicated feelings and come home with the particular weight of someone who had closed one door and was standing in front of another one. Dexter: emotionally avoidant since the age of twelve, showing every sign of genuine feeling that I had not seen from him in my entire life, and apparently still finding ways to say the wrong thing at the right moment. Two intelligent adults. One apartment. Three weeks of circling.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Charlie rasped. “Again.” “One… two…” Dexter kept his fingers there, steady, grounding. His gaze never left Charlie’s face, tracking every shallow breath, every tremor, every sign of distress with unnerving focus. “Good,” Dexter said after a moment. “Slower.” Time stretched strangely. Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes like hours. He clung to the counting because it was something external, something he didn’t have to feel to obey. eventually, his breathing evened out, the crushing pressure easing into something dull and survivable.

Later that night, I sat in the temporary room on the twelfth floor I'd been relegated to, staring out at the city lights. It was a pale imitation of the royal penthouse suite. No circular bathtub, no sprawling balcony, not even a king-sized bed. Just a standard double. A knock came at the door. "Come in." Dexter entered. He'd shed his suit jacket, his shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows. Even alone, he carried the unmistakable aura of a king. "Are you angry?" he asked quietly. "Why would I be?" He sat beside me on the bed. "About the Moonglow Stone. About Jenica. About… the succession."