Dexter Laboratory Novels & Stories

I should have seen it coming, but I was too busy wrangling my father, wayward little humans, strange new hybrids, and lovesick vampires. “Hey,” Dexter says and comes crawling over to where I’m sitting. He sneaks in and out of the camp as easily as if he’s a raindrop. It’s my Gamma’s talent, and why I had him stationed at the Three Towers all those years. He won’t be able to sneak up to Bryce, but Dexter can sneak past an entire army of lesser wolves as long as he doesn’t talk or try to engage them. “How’s it looking out there?” I ask.

LEVEL 50 - APPLIED SCIENCES DIVISION The Board’s applied sciences lab was a sprawling, sterile white room filled with holographic drafting tables, quantum processors, and the brightest, most morally flexible minds in Coldwater. Right now, they were huddled in the center of the room, surrounded by four heavily armed Iron Wolves. Dax walked through the automatic doors, carrying the canvas bag. I was right behind him, flanked by my father and Reaper. Dax didn't give a villain monologue. He didn't gloat. He walked over to the main holographic projection table, swept a million credits' worth of delicate optical equipment onto the floor with his forearm, and gently set the bag down.

Dexter’s instructions were clearly written in my mind, and I inhaled deeply before looking around the area. ​Men and women were now laughing and chatting as we walked to the ballroom where everybody was waiting for us. My hands began to tremble when I noticed Finn up ahead, his eyes glued to a beautiful young woman, and I sighed in relief. Thank God, I was safe...for now, at least. Why does Dexter want a dumb little box for anyways? What was inside it? Some sort of Vervain bracelet?

The idea of Ceres being with him—being with anyone but me—made my blood run hot. The world around me dimmed, my vision narrowing to her. She was Mine. I narrowed my eyes as I took in Dexter, assessing him with barely concealed disdain. So this was who Ceres was with. Dexter… an actor under my company, Prestige Entertainment. I had acquired the company years ago, and despite every opportunity handed to him, Dexter had failed to make a name for himself. He was reckless, impulsive—a troublemaker who had faded into near obscurity. No matter how much he was pushed, he couldn’t rise.

He held my house keys out with both hands, not even daring to look up. "Chantelle… No, Ms. Stanton, your apartment… Nobody dares buy it anymore." I took the keys and slipped them back into my bag. "I'm not selling the apartment anymore." … A week later, the court convened and issued its first ruling. Dexter was convicted on multiple counts and sentenced to seven years in prison and a fine. He was also ordered to pay me the full cost of vehicle repairs plus compensation for emotional distress, totaling 4.5 million dollars.

Possibly it is the reason, why it is so hard, if not totally impossible to prove their existence. The five Paranormal students talk to Dexter, to become their resource person, in their studies, they have heard a lot about him, they have witness he can talk with the monkeys. Dexter possibly could lead them to a good material for their research work, for their thesis writing. “Please help us making our work more meaningful” they begging to Dexter “You have stayed in the mysterious place longer than any one, you can help us” one added “I have help you, I have told you where to camp to see them” Dexter answered them.

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.

Alvin said. I followed him down a path through a small forest behind the mansion. It led to a large field of packed earth. Dexter was already there, standing in the center of the field, shirtless. The muscles in his back and arms glistened with a light sweat, and the Moon Shadow symbol tattooed on his shoulder looked imposing. "Run," he commanded without preamble as soon as I arrived. "What?" "Run laps around this field until I tell you to stop," Dexter said. He sat in a wooden chair at the edge of the field, watching me with eagle eyes. "I want to see just how long that 'steel' body of yours can hold up."

“For their jobs’ sakes, I ask that you cooperate.” Dexter turned away to head for the door. “Wait, why did you lie to me about the code blue thing.” He looked at her and smirked. “Generally, women love that shit but then again that generalisation doesn’t apply to you. You’re no ordinary woman, I’ll give you that.” He seemed to think about something and smiled. “Well, I hope you have more fun.” With that, he turned on his heels and walked out.

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?