Dexter Funny Novels & Stories

When Yazed saw that the woman had also come out, he followed her out of concern that she might be ambushed by the insane men outside. "Hey, we're not done inside yet." Dexter stopped Yazed when he turned around as well. "You can go back or you can go home," Yazed replied nonchalantly. "And you?" "I can handle myself." "Looks like your interest is caught. That's good news. At least I know you're not gay." Dexter laughed jokingly. He glared at Dexter and was not pleased with his joke. "Okay." Dexter raised his hands in surrender. "Good luck to you. Do your best!"

I answer. "How many times have I told you you're a terrible liar…" "Tch!" Flick! "Stop clicking your tongue!" Dexter says to me, hitting me with a flick of his finger to my forehead. It stings so badly that I could just cry but then I hear laughter, quite cheerful and free-spirited, Dexter's heavy echoing echoes throughout the room, and those around pause in shock. "Did you see that, that sadist's laughing," they whisper, drawing near to get a glimpse.

“Ah, ya eejit. If he had brains, he would be dangerous, this one.” Axel's smirk hinted at the mischievous grin beneath his words. “Oh no,” he whined playfully, feigning innocence and a horrid Irish accent. “Did someone spit in your pint and steal your pot o’ gold, there Patty? Fear not! I will take you out for an old jig, and you can introduce me to your favorite cousin.” “A gobshite, so ya are,” Dexter muttered irritably, his Irish accent thickening. “Aw, thank you! That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”