Dexter Morgan Romane & Geschichten

Even in the underworld, Morgan is the Hand of the Machine. Morgan can kill with just one slash to the head of his enemy. One person died with his head separated, so the underworld knew that it was the work of Mr M, whose face was unknown. So far, none of his enemies have lived to see what Mr M looks like. *** Jessica Monroe is a 25-year-old woman working at the Paramount Hotel as a Receptionist. A quiet woman with gentle words, she is beautiful but has little style and only thinks about her work to eat tomorrow.

“Alexa, you know I want the best for you, right? Why would you associate yourself with someone I had emphatically told you to stay away from and avoid at all costs? And when did both of you get so close? Is it because of the project? I should have known something was fishy when his secretary dropped you off several times at odd hours. Tell me, do you think I'm overreacting?” Alexa nodded at my words, looking annoyed. “Uncle Randy, you know I also can't lie to you, right? So trust me, Morgan is a nice person. The rumors are exaggerated; he's a very good man,” she insisted. Ha! Morgan Wright was a good man? Why didn't I know? The man is one of the most dangerous people in this city, and he had

She gestured toward the door, her tone cold. Dexter shook his head slowly, a mocking smile spreading across his face. “Oh, foolish, foolish Autumn,” he drawled. “Sometimes I wonder how someone with Helena’s face can make such moronic choices. Just because I’m holding back some details doesn’t mean I have nothing valuable to offer.”

“I came to surprise Xavier, but it seems I’m the one surprised.” I blinked, still catching my breath. Derek, Xavier’s best friend and the company's managing director, had vanished for months after his father’s passing. U wasn't expecting to see him anytime soon, much less now. He stepped forward with a grin as he offered me his hand. “Morgana.” He said with exaggerated cheer. “Have you been treated nicely so far?” I nodded mutely, still recovering. “Good,” He beamed. Then he clapped Xavier’s shoulder. “I’ll be waiting in your office, boss man. Try not to get too... distracted.”

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

Morgan put his mobile phone away when he didn't know that his men were going to be killed by the hitman Alice had sent to spy on the people around Morgan. Morgan left his men alone because he was still busy with his business affairs. He's the owner of Alexander Company, which operates in several fields. He is the main CEO who is still 32 years old. "Alice, if you're still alive I hope you're okay. I haven't taken revenge for you cheating on me behind my back. I just want to hear your answer one more time, do you love me for pretending?" Morgan speaks alone as he gets into his car.

Marcus breathes beside me. We creep closer to a broken window, peering inside. The interior is gutted, just exposed beams and rotting floorboards. In the center of the largest room, a man is tied to a chair. Mid-thirties, dark hair, bleeding from multiple cuts on his face and arms. And Dexter, standing in front of him with a silver blade, looking completely calm. "Let's try this again," Dexter says pleasantly. "You're going to tell me everything you know about James Thorne's operation. Where he's been staying, who's helping him, what his endgame looks like beyond the obvious revenge fantasy."

“Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but nothing makes sense as to where that bastard came from.” Hunter’s mouth twitched, a reluctant agreement. “That’s what worries me. I’ve had men cross-checking every D’Amaris in the northern registry, nothing. Not even a rogue clan by that name. Whoever he is, he’s hiding behind a fabricated identity. And this makes him even more dangerous. If Valerie couldn’t catch his sc

He looked older than his thirty five years with hard lines carved into his face and eyes that burned with obsession. "Well done daughter," Damon said smiling cruelly. "You've served your family well." Morgan looked at her father with an expression that broke my heart. It was sadness instead of fear. "No Dad. I served my conscience. And I'm sorry but you're wrong about everything." Damon's smile faltered. "What?" Morgan pressed the signal device hidden in her pocket. "Now!" I shouted into my earpiece. Moonfall warriors poured out from every direction. They moved with precision surrounding Damon's rogues before they could react.

Dexter came out last. He walked out of the farmhouse itself, not the barn, through the front door, which meant he had been inside watching the entire approach. He was dressed simply, in dark clothes, no armor, with the loose unhurried confidence of someone who knew the numbers were in his favor and saw no reason to dress the occasion up.