Dexter Morgan Novels & Stories

Almost frighteningly so. “I installed a GPS on her phone, as you requested some time ago,” she added, handing him her laptop. “We can track her location from there.” I’m skilled with almost every gun and sweet talks, Dexter excels at analytical thinking and hacking, Orange handles explosives, Sebastian specializes in long ranges shot, our sniper. But really—everyone here knows how to shoot. “We have to look for her now,” Dexter whispered urgently. “Or we’ll end up just like them.” He didn’t even finish his sentence before Boss Astley struck him and me, waa! Boss punches are the best!

The bartender nodded immediately and stepped away, disappearing toward the back room and leaving the two men alone. Morgan leaned closer across the counter. “The last time we spoke,” he said quietly, “I joked about you having some kind of mysterious way of getting information.” He studied Damien’s face carefully. “At the time, it was just a joke.” He paused before continuing. “But now… I’m desperate.” Damien did not respond. “I know I shouldn’t even be asking you this,” Morgan continued, his voice dropping lower. “Because if what I’m thinking is true, then it means you’ve been acting like some kind of vigilante.”

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.

"What do you think he will look like?" Morrigan looked towards Frey then up at the sky again. Looking at the bright stars shining down at her. "He is probably a fine man. Well-versed in literature and the military. Not to mention that his father is also quite handsome." Morrigan took out the locket she keeps inside of her dress. Frey pried a look at the locket, finally noticing the back of the locket. "Are those your initials?" Morrigan nodded at Frey's inquiry. "This locket, only him can open it." Morrigan turned the locket in every direction, again looking for a way to open it.

But you cannot possibly ignore the view of the family physician, because he knows more about you. The brothers exchanged a quick glance, unable to make sense of what the inspector meant. ‘I am the specialist here,’ said the inspector assuredly. ‘I have solved quite a few murders. I have a set method and a proven track record of putting criminals behind bars. But what I need is the family physician. Do you understand what I am trying to say? There was scepticism in Arya’s voice as he said, ‘I understand ... in some way you are referring to us ... But how will our opinion help you?’

Hearing my word, his smirk grows bigger. After Dexter free me from the cuff he said, "good decision my dear... now let us start from my name hmm?? My name is Tim Bren, I work for the over known mafia Mikael Lenox." I scoff knowing that he turns out to be another lackey. "You act that high and mighty and yet it turns out you're nothing but a lackey huh? "

For the past few months, he had been so lost in Angelina, his thoughts only focusing on her and nothing else. But today it was time to be his other ruthless self, his other self that he never wanted Angelina to see with her eyeballs, devyn chevon . It wasn’t easy, leading almost a double life…an experienced and well-known Billionaire by day and a mafia leader by night. “What happened while I was away, any loss?,” Sylvester demanded as he took a seat behind his table. Dexter leaned away from the wall and started. “It seemed like Zac tried hacking into the security system with the intention of knowing our every move and plans but I managed to install a healthy amount of virus to his computer,

Bennett asked. Obediently, Morgan said, "I won't date, flirt, or look at boys." Bennett was satisfied with her reply. "What do you do if someone pursues you?" "I'll tell you to investigate him," Morgan replied perfectly. Bennett said nothing. "Did you hit Derek?" Bennett wanted Morgan to keep thinking of him as a hero, so he said, "I work for the law. I am not violent." "Hmph. I don't believe you," Morgan said.

And Dexter only returned from the frontier today. "He's here to repay the life debt he owes me from long ago." Robert had held a prestigious position in the military back in the day, and it was no surprise that such a formidable warrior would be indebted to him. Things became much more complicated with Dexter, a military master of such renown, at Robert's side. Dexter was rumored to be an incredibly powerful mid-stage Grandmaster and even being groomed as a successor to one of the Divine Generals. After Brice's death, they had been searching for a worthy replacement, and Dexter fit the bill perfectly. His only weakness was his slightly insufficient power.

Dexter folded his arms and stood confidently, saying, "Of course, I am the 108th descendant of Adil Olsen. Back in the day, Hippocrates was able to perform surgery to heal wounds but I can heal penis with knife wounds." Upon hearing Dexter's confident words and looking at the two men who were already able to stand, Xavier was completely convinced by his words. When he glanced at the spot where the cut was made, he couldn't help but start crying. "Mr. Olsen, why didn't you come earlier?! I... I..." Xavier sobbed uncontrollably, barely able to speak. Dexter looked at Xavier with a puzzled expression. He didn't even know this person, so why was he waiting for him and ended up crying?