Dexter Laboratory Cartoons Novels & Stories

Dexter………. He had already forgotten about the party and the message was like a remembrance,he raced to his room and took a cold shower and started rumpaging his wardrobe looking for a cloth that somehow matched the occasion of party and ended up with a pink plaid trouser and a pokemon shirt,he looked in the mirror and smiled while styling his hair,there was no Ste-phen or anyone to stop him from going for the party tonight

“That's exactly what I want to ask, Alpha. Are you okay with spending your precious time like this?” Dexter leaned forward slightly, his smile reappearing, cold and piercing. “That's why I'm doing it. Because I'm serious. And you know, only important things can steal my time.” The tension in the air thickened, like two predators measuring the distance before pouncing. After an exchange of words that resembled a sword duel more than a conversation, a convoy of black vehicles lined up outside the mansion and headed for the laboratory that Dexter had prepared. Gilbert, after a moment's consideration, finally complied without comment.

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.”

I watch him warily, and my eyes flick to the crowbar set up against the wall. All instincts tell me to run for it, and I would have, but a newfound fear as well as desire to protect the little pups growing inside me stops me from making any move. Dexter moves to the box. He opens it, then pulls out a photograph of two people in it. From the distance, I couldn't tell who they are, until Dex lifted it and showed me. I squint my eyes to see the photograph better, but when I did I looked back at Dex.

Dexter finally asked the question which has been eating him up. It was clear that Doreen was only bitchy towards Maeve and feared that she secretly liked Dylan a little. “Can you keep a secret?” Doreen asked in a low tone though, there was music in the background. Dexter nodded his head and she whispered in his ears, “We are not fighting. It’s just a prank.” Dexter smiled with relief but frowned the next second, wondering what they meant to achieve by continuously taunting each other. “Sounds complicated to me.”

asks Dane. "Not excessively," I reply. Dane hums and the calm silence is broken only by Rupert's sleeping noises returning. Dexter walks into the living room with a tray of food. The smell of cooked meat enters my nose. Dexter walks over to the coffee table where he sets the tray down. I see that he's prepared cheeseburgers. They're a little small, but several sit on a wide plate. "Seriously?" asks Dane playfully. "I thought Reza would like it," replies Dexter simply.

Dexter sighed, bouncing on the chair back, he needed to do something, he couldn't just sit and watch, he didn't know why, but he brought out his phone and texted Zoey, even though he knew it was rude. D: Emergency, please come over to my sister's house. He thought of something more cheeky. D: NOW.

Dexter played with his toys, watching the adults, especially his father, as he roared angry insults at his teacher. "Dexter, come here now!" Your father says sternly as he picks up the red color block off the table. "Son, what color is this block?" He asked you. Dexter, you shrank back, with your little lip quivering. "Honey! You are scaring our child!" "Hush, woman! Let the boy answer me. That's what's wrong with him now. You treat him like a baby! Now, Dexter, I'm only going to ask you one more time. What color is this block?"

The kind of laugh that sent a cold, sharp blade down my spine. I knew that laugh. I knew it too well. My body tensed before I even turned around. Dexter leaned against a tree a few feet away, arms crossed lazily over his broad chest, one booted foot propped against the bark like he had been standing there all along, watching. Amused. Always amused. Like this was all some kind of a joke to him. “You look like one of those dumb stray dogs seeing grass for the first time,” he mused, his voice as smooth as ever, laced with the usual cruelty. “Are you that desperate for fresh air?”

In the midst of their playful banter, Phoenix leans in and whispers with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "You know, some ladies opt for trousers!." Dexter, never one to miss a chance to add a humorous twist, quirks an eyebrow and replies, "Perhaps briefs, then?" Blaze chuckles at their antics. "Some women wear briefs too!" Phoenix chips in. "Ah, forget it. He knows what I mean!" Dexter, ever the eccentric one, seals the conversation with a wink directed at Blaze, who couldn't help but cringe. Dexter's sense of humor always had a unique flair, bordering on the absurd.