Dexter Fanfic Novels & Stories

Dexter's cheeks blushed slightly, "Well, I suppose I see why. Blaze and I have always been incredibly close, and, I'll admit, I can be a bit… clingy at times." "You know, you two really did give off a certain romantic aura," she teases, "I could sense some undeniable chemistry between you." "You saved me," Astrid mimicked Dexter's voice, a mischievous twinkle dancing in her eyes as she taunted him. "That was so romantic!" Dexter's cheeks flushed crimson, a telltale sign of his mortification, "What chemistry? No way, I'm straight, I don't like men!" "Alright, I hear you," She chortles.

Jessica Xander has been neglecting me for his fucking little family. I hated that whore from the day I knew that she was his x-mate and he had kids from her. I knew that there was something fishy between them that night when they danced together.Since the night of our mating ceremony, we have never had sex. He will spend the day in his office until a late hour, and he comes to our room to sleep only. It's become irritating.

If Stefano got the information that he needed and nothing was amiss then he would be able to rest. Valerie's mind wandered to Dracaryx, whenever he was around Dracaryx, Valerie couldn't keep his hands to himself and Dracaryx that fiend loved it. And the bond which had throbbed painfully had stopped doing so since he reunited with Dracaryx. Valerie did not fully understand the whole fated mate thing but he had a long time to figure it out, it wasn't like he was dying anytime soon, it scared Valerie that eventually all his loved ones, Dante, Geremia, his men in the guild would die and he would still remain here. At least he would have Dracaryx to keep him company, he thought to himself. A WEEK

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.”

Damian’s fingers twitched, his claws starting to peek out as he began to wake up, his body reacting to the slightest disturbance due to the magic his bloodline was sensitive to. In the bathroom, Alexander snapped his fingers, and the world distorted. POP. Alexander vanished from under the shower on the other hand Damian who felt the once warm bed turn cold and the weight in his arm, gone, snapped his eyes open, glowing a fierce, predatory gold. Damian sat up with a violent start, his naked chest heaving, his claws extending instinctively as they shredded the silk sheets where Alexander had been laying a millisecond before. He lunged for the empty space, his hands grasping at nothing but thin

I said to her, knowing fully well that I wouldn't fall for the same mistake twice. The sudden sound of the door opening made me turn in the direction of the door. Even before he walked in, his scent came upon my nose, before I saw him walk in. Daxter. He looked masculine and tall as ever, with his hair shimmering like night itself, and his pair of amber eyes looking so dangerously alluring. Seeing him made me clench my fists at my sides, and a memory voluntarily played inside my head. It was the last scene I witnessed before I gave up the ghost.

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?

His lips touched my fur, and his tongue traced the cross, then he stood and growled again. "Aw," I sighed as the tingling in my pussy melted my insides, sending a slippery rush of wetness down my lips. "Are you serious, Dexter Allen Jones?" "Only my mother calls me that," Dex said, laughing. "Then maybe next year I'll go as your mother," I whispered, teasing him with a head shake as I dropped my skirt back into place. "You'd listen to me then, Mr. Dexter Allen Jones." "Now we're talking." "Nasty man," I said, walking past him to my panty drawer. I'd need a liner down there to keep me from soaking his Porsche's passenger seat.

I paused, carefully schooling my expression into that neutral, clueless smile I’d perfected. "Hey… Xavier," I greeted, turning slightly toward him, cane lightly tapping the ground. To everyone else? Just a harmless blind kid bumping into the school’s star athlete. But I wasn’t blind. And he wasn’t just a star athlete. Xavier Blake. Future alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. The same pack James and I had slipped through two weeks ago during our little unauthorized patrol. The same pack whose beta had been patrolling that night. And… my mate. Xavier approached, careful, as if I might shatter if he got too close. His steps were slow, measured — completely at odds with the raw strength and confiden

He said, "I approve of your relationship with Ariel . I will reject her as my mate after the war as I have already told her, and then Elle and I can continue with our relationship." Damien's words really surprised Alex . Was this really the Damien he knew? He might have been another one because the main Damien, the one that Alex knew would never act like this. He would never speak in a tone as calm as this while talking about a sore topic. He would never have forgiven Alex so easily like that especially with the terrible fight they'd had the other day. What surprised Alex the most was that Damien, a highly possessive person, would be willing to give up his goddess given mate to another man a