Dexter Morgan Novelas e Histórias

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

Dexter thought about how it would pain him if he lost his Gamma. His family wasn't perfect, but he loved them. To lose his grandmother would be a significant loss in his life too. He held Taesha in his arms as they lay in bed and cried together. Then, they took a flight to Taesha's home for the funeral, and he served as one of the pallbearers for funeral. Unfortunately, they all had come together on such a sad occasion, but Dexter met even more of Taesha's family. She showed him pictures of her Chinese father, and Dexter could see the resemblance. He loved his mother-in-law. Taesha's Chinese father couldn't appreciate what he had in this woman, Taesha's dear mother.

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

Dexter stepped out from the shadows, lowering his gun. “He talks too much. I'm Dexter, your botler,”he giggled. He was tall, tatted and good looking. A corn row on his head. He looked more like a play boy than a mafia. He walked close to me, extending his hand and i grabbed it, trying hard to hide my fear, my grip firm. “Welcome to the real mafia life, boss. This is just the…begining.” a cruel smile on his lips.

He smiled, wheeling close to me. “What could I be planning?” he asked, taking the fried bacon. “A lot of evil things. Knowing you, you won’t let it go easily,” I said, and he gave me a long look. Dexter seems to me the type that would take revenge if anyone messes up with someone he cares about. They didn’t only mess with me, but him and he is calm about it? I know he is planning a lot of evil in his head.

Richard asked. "Yes, sir," he replied. "I got a paid internship with them and they give me the time off I need. I'm a pretty good technician, so the classes aren't all that difficult for me." Her dad made a comment about all the jobs being technical now and went on a little spiel on the topic. "And if you don't mind me asking, what about your family?" her mother asked. "Well, it's just me and my dad and my big brother, Jack," Dexter said. "My mom passed away from Leukemia when I was a kid, so my dad raised me and my brother on his own."

The guy moved like a damn robot. He’s so damn good. With his calm, blue, almost sleepy-looking eyes, Xander had the crowd in a frenzy. His stoic personality made him mysterious, effortlessly cool. And then there was Dexter. He was good at everything—stunts, reflexes, freestyle. The way he moved made the performance hotter. Some of Dexter’s stunts were insane, so much so that Mason found himself gasping at times, his mouth slightly parted in awe. Dexter had the natural charisma of a leader, and his signature mask only added to his mystery. People knew his name—Dexter Luther—but few had ever seen his real face.

It also hugs me in the right places, helping to hide my baby bump. Dexter is about six foot three maybe and has these green eyes and brown waves like McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy. The guy smiles, and his teeth are perfect, and he has a dimple in one cheek. I swear if I had met him before I ever met Rowan, he would be my type. But Rowan has ruined me. No one holds a candle to him. I don’t crave anyone else like him. Plus, the damn pregnancy has me hornier than ever. I had to buy two toys when I got here. Had it delivered to my room, and I’ve used it twice since I landed.