Dexter Doll Spooky Month Novels & Stories

However, since it was Good Friday, Dexter bought some sparklers to celebrate Easter. He got out of his car in the twilight. He and Julian were cousins, so they had similar builds and features. Gabriella mistook him for Julian because of the shadows and ran to him, throwing her arms around him. "Daddy!" Dexter didn't correct her. She deserved to have something to be happy about. He himself had a daughter—Eleanor had given birth to Maisie for him—but he rarely got the chance to see her. Eleanor had a heart of stone.

“She looks worse than I imagined and I literally imagined a hag. What’s up with her eyes and ew, so many freckles… I would I’ve hanged myself if I had that many and I don’t even want to get started on the hair. It literally looks nauseous.” First of all, did she just call me a cunt? And is another bitch mocking my looks? Before I could churn their words right back at them, my nose picked up Oakmoss and my eyes automatically moved to the source of the earthy smell. Dexter, the pompous fool who was so proud of himself for being a complete scumbag, walked over to his doll’s side and slid his hand around her waist. The Barbie doll melted right into him and gave everyone that could see a sweet, s

I removed the spoon from my grip, and it clattered loudly onto the plate. Dexter's head snapped up. He had sharp eyes and locked onto mine. He sat sprawled in his chair, like a king who surveyed his court lazily holding one hand with a crystal glass of whiskey and the other one in his lap. His stare was not lazy at all. It was too dark and calculating, and far too perceptive. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I hurriedly tapped the watch and leaned close to Tommy. “Do you remember your Mama’s phone number, Tommy?” He nodded and forced out the numbers one by one. I quickly dialed them. A few seconds later, a familiar voice came through the receiver. “Why are you calling my phone? Have you decided now?” I frowned. Why did her voice sound so familiar? A terrifying suspicion crept into my mind. Time was too short to dwell on it. I hurriedly said, “Are you Tommy Spark’s mother? We’re trapped in the haunted house at Little Tots Amusement Park.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

Something that made my skin prickle. "Don't worry." He took a step into the room. Then another. He was close enough that I could smell cedar, feel the heat coming off his body. "Dmitri is getting you a harness. Along with your other clothes. It will be here tomorrow." A harness. I pictured it. Leather straps across my chest, around my ribs, cinched tight. The image came into my head without permission. I saw myself in it. Standing in this room. Under those lights.

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

"Leave? Where?" "Silas didn't just come to show off. Blackwood is being hit by the Eastern Wing vampires. They’re burning villages and slaughtering civilians. As kin and allies, I have to lead the Moon Shadow elites to help push those parasites back," Dexter explained, stroking her messy hair. Ruby sat bolt upright. "Then I’m coming. I’m your Luna now, Dexter. My healing can help your warriors. Lilian needs real combat experience, too, not just time in the training pits."

“They’re building the bonfire now.” During the Blood Moon, everyone dresses formally and gathers around the bonfire as music plays. Then wolves start kissing and groping each other as they dance. Some pair off and claim mates while others enjoy a full-on orgy, fucking every one of the opposite sex who comes near them, unable to control themselves. Wyatt was right. I needed to go... now. “Good. Go enjoy.” I ran past Celeste and into the castle, leaving her to make her own choices. But I’d already made mine.