Dexter Funny Novels & Stories

his voice drifted off, his eyes twinkled. I laughed lightly. “You remembered the fox.” He nodded, encouragingly. My chest was getting tighter by the second. “But,” Dexter remarked at the side, we both glanced at him. “Tigers are good too,” he droned, licking his lips surreptitiously, as if he didn’t want it to be seen, or be too obvious. I turned to where his eyes were facing. My jaw dropped. Physically. And I stared.

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.

Bel sighed and ran her hand through her hair. ~ NIGHT Dexter walked into the club and as usual, he headed to his friend's table. They had fun, took drinks, and danced with girls too. Hours later, it was time to leave. He walked out with his friends and they joked for a while before everyone got into their cars and drove away. Dexter walked to his bike and was about to get on it when he noticed he had a flat tire. “What the fuck?” he muttered as he bent to look at it, his eyes widened a little seeing that it was torn.

Dexter was stunned for a moment before he laughed. “Hahaha! Kaze Lee, are you stupid? Dan Niners come here because he’s afraid of Master Hudson and you want him to slap my face?” He was not worried at all even when Dan was striding over. He laughed louder. “You little bastard, we’ll see if Dan Niners slap me or your little bitch…” His voice ended abruptly because a slap landed on his face. Slap! Dexter bled as he spun on the spot twice before he fell on his butt.

"Dexter is the General's son! He's been trained since birth!" "That hunter has a death wish!" A bookkeeper quickly set up a table. "Bets! Placing bets! 10 to 1 on Dexter Muse! 50 to 1 on the Hunter!" People rushed forward, slamming coins down on Dexter’s side of the table. They mocked Dean, calling him a fool and a braggart. "He thinks killing rabbits makes him a soldier," one warrior laughed. “What a loser. Dexter will add him to his long list of defeated opponents after now.” Another cackled, betting everything in his pouch.

If I was going to survive this place, I needed to be stronger than others. I turned back to Dexter. “Can you teach me something?” He raised a brow, clearly caught off-guard. “Teach you what?” “To fight,” I said, standing a little straighter. “To defend myself.” A couple of seconds passed between us and then Dexter laughed loudly for the first time in front of me. A real, amused laugh, enough to spike my irritation. “Oh, that’s so funny,” he said, shaking his head. “You? Fighting?” I crossed my arms rolling my eyes. “What’s so funny about it?”

In her groan, Narsha managed to say with a faint smile, “You’re such a beast.” Dexter chuckled, kissing the corner of her lips triumphantly. “That's the most beautiful compliment I've ever heard.” He grimaced as if in pain, but it was clear he wasn't in pain. His face was too mischievous and satisfied to call it pain. “But, you know this isn't even everything, right?” He teased her.

Logan doubles over in pain, and I laugh even harder. “Who’s the asshole now?” he chokes out. “Don’t call Dexter-Wexter an asshole,” I gasp in fake shock and slip my fingers under Dexter’s collar, gently pulling him back and off the couch. I get up to grab the pillow I threw and trip when Dexter tries to do a flying leap back onto the couch. I don’t know how he moves so fast, but I’m grateful he did. Because I’m still too drunk to have a good reaction time, and I’m about ready to fall backward onto the glass coffee table.

Does he really think I’d return to the life I just left? “That’s not gonna happen. I’m not a drug dealer anymore,” I said. Dexter burst into a deep mocking laughter. “That’s so funny, you are assuming that I’m asking you nicely or that this is an interview. It isn’t. You will work for me or that sweet little girlfriend of yours is dead!”

He looked happy and in turn made me smile. "Do you think I shouldn't have invited Ashr? I just thought to get his mind off his break up," Dregs mumbled softly and I shrugged. I narrowed my eyes at him and replied,"I only hope he doesn't get injured. I'm thinking these creatures are much bigger than we thought. Gauging by the firepower George was strapping." Dregs pressed a panel on the wall and it slid open to reveal an assortment of weapons. I cocked my brow and eyed a huge rifle that he had chosen. He waved for me to choose and I grabbed a slightly smaller version like his.