Dexter Deshawn Gun Novels & Stories

She tried to run towards me but another held her down. She screamed as one of them lunged for me, then stopped mid-air, slammed backward by something invisible. Gunfire. Two sharp shots. Then silence. Within seconds, three of Xavier’s men appeared, black-clad and efficient. The rogues were on the ground before they could shift. “Luna,” one of them said, bowing slightly, “are you hurt?” I blinked, breathing hard. “You… who sent you?” The man didn’t hesitate. “Alpha’s orders. We were told to keep watch until you were safely inside. We apologize for not making ourselves known sooner, however, we did not expect things to escalate this way.”

I thought of calling Sky and ask if him for a gun, if I needed to meet Devin armed, I should have a gun. "Hey Man," Sky cheered. "Uh, hey. Can I ask for a favor?" "Go ahead. What's the issue?" "Can I borrow your gun?" "I don't have my gun," he replied. "Uh?" I asked raising my brow. Why didn't he have his gun? He was a fucking gangsta. "Gave it to a guy and he's yet to return it. What's up though?" "Nothing, I just uh— I just wanted to scare someone off. That's all."

We're desperate now. Kind regards, thunder11god@g***l.com ' "So Thunder God just wants their gun back, what's the problem?" I queried. "The problem is what this Thunder God wants to do with the gun. Read on, Reniella." Deshawn urged. He walked around me and collapsed onto my bed. The papers didn't move and neither did the mattress. His blazer sprawled out beside him, revealing the intricate sewing inside and beautiful pattern that only a rich school could afford.

I said with clenched teeth. He chuckled again. “And what would you do if I did that? he said, coming closer to me. “Don’t you dare me, Dexter?” I growled. He chuckled like I was a little dog. His little pet. “You wouldn’t do anything. If I decide to have you now and here, I will do just that, and absolutely nothing will happen,” he smirked. By the time he had finished talking, I was visibly shaking. I looked around to find the sharpest instrument, but I couldn’t find any. Jesse was once diagnosed with a mental problem. They took away every sharp object in her room. And now here I was, ready to kill her brother, but I had not even a single weapon. Not even a hair brush. I noticed Dexter Chuck

Dexter had returned, with a faint scent of alcohol clinging to him—a clear sign that he had been at some kind of work-related gathering. He immediately headed for the baby's crib, eager to see his darling daughter, Tessa, who happened to be awake at that moment. He slipped off his suit jacket and then tenderly scooped her into his arms, cradling her and playfully engaging with her. His expression was one of profound tenderness, as if he had just come into possession of something incredibly precious. Though he was aware of the Shelton family's circumstances, he chose not to inquire further. It was, after all, a story that lacked any intrigue—dull and predictable.

Astrid prompts, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. Dexter took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair before speaking. "Well, I have two younger brothers. One of them tried to kill me, so we're not exactly on speaking terms. But Kelvin, the youngest, is pretty adorable. He's still innocent in all this mess. Still, everyone seems to be trying to kill me at some point—be it my dad or Draven."

Alpha Dexter gritted his teeth, his sweat covering his forehead as he tried to endure the pain of my gunshot to him. “Y-You shoot m-me?” Dexter stammered, and I smirked while pointing my gun in his head. “Yes, I did, and I will follow your other leg!” I responded. Dexter was triggered from what I have said, so he screamed. “Idiots, what are you still doing? Kill them!” Dexter commanded his warriors. After saying that, his warriors did their best to escape from the hands of Raven and James' warriors. They ran into my direction, but before they could reach me, I started shooting them again. James already arrived, ending the only warriors left from Alpha Dexter. He's done killing the warriors s

With smiles on their lips, they eat together, once in a while Dexter holds the hand of Shayne. While they are eating, Dexter recalls his things and he ask Shayne about their whereabout. “Where are my personal things when I come here” he expects they were all ok. “They are all keep safe in the store room; you can see them later” she said. After eating, Dexter asked Shayne to see his things. They proceeded to the storeroom, and there, he sees all his things intact. His rifle hunting gun, his bag, with all the survival and first aid kits, his compass, the radio transceiver, and his cellphone, that is no longer working, it is low of charge and now dead. He gets all of his things ang bring them a

With Dexter's loud voice, everyone could clearly hear what he said. "I will kill you all!" Edwin said like crazy and pulled out the gun hidden under his coat. Those who were there screamed and cowered in fear. With the speed of the incident, Jennifer was stunned. She didn't know how Yazed was hugging her. Everything that happened seemed to be in slow motion and her eyes gradually widened when she heard the gunshot. "I'm so sorry!" Yazed whispered softly and his embrace gradually loosened. Jenny quickly wrapped her hands around his body when she felt him let go of her. "Y-You're hurt?" She asked tearfully as she touched the blood from his back.