Dexter Morgan Pfp Novels & Stories

The two rams had felt more like being bitten by ants—they didn't do much damage. "Dex, the little bitch's car seems to have been remodeled. It's holding up pretty well despite us ramming into it," one of Dexter's subordinates said over the walkie-talkie. Dexter had a long scar on the left side of his face. He gnashed his teeth and twisted his jaw, making his scar look even nastier than usual. "What are you, a fucking idiot? Ram into her a few more times!" He roared into the walkie-talkie, "I don't care whether her car has been remodeled. If you don't trash it today, I'll trash you!"

I removed the spoon from my grip, and it clattered loudly onto the plate. Dexter's head snapped up. He had sharp eyes and locked onto mine. He sat sprawled in his chair, like a king who surveyed his court lazily holding one hand with a crystal glass of whiskey and the other one in his lap. His stare was not lazy at all. It was too dark and calculating, and far too perceptive. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

His hair was always combed in a small tail and bathed in gel. I opened my computer and went online, looking for the website that the teacher had put on the blackboard. My mind traveled to what Tommy told me, it seemed stupid to me, but it also gave me some curiosity so I turned the page silently and on G****e I typed Dalton Morgan's name. Immediately I got a lot of pages with some news. But I went to the images. Dalton was a rather attractive man, the suits adhered perfectly to his body. He had a serious countenance, but at the same time it attracted attention. His hair was black, he wore it perfectly combed. I had several photos of him at an important event, with other important people, wit

He let out a sigh of relief once more. "Thank goodness; it was a dream." "Dexter, is that you?" Taesha asked sleepily. On the other side of the room, Dexter made no move toward her, nor did he even blink. Instead, he stared at her with those dreamy blue eyes. Sleepily Taesha sat up in her bed. Dexter leaned against the doorjamb, wearing a white shirt unbuttoned from the collar to the center of his chest. She wondered why he had changed his outfit. He was now wearing what looked like distressed designer jeans. His hair, which was rich and black, looked as if he'd been running in his hands through it repeatedly. Dexter's cheekbones and jawline were so chiseled that it almost hurt to look at th

And if that happened, then collective punishment would be his trial. Dexter shifted to his human form and grabbed Arnold's collar. “That bastard started it! Can't you see he's shooting like a coward, for fuck's sake!” Arnold slammed Dexter to the side, something that was usually almost impossible, but it happened. He pinned Dexter's chest, restraining his movements. “I know, Dex. I know he's a disgrace to all of us.” An Alpha werewolf who uses a gun in his hunt is the worst of the worst in history. Ethan is sure to be the most ridiculed name for years to come.

‘Thank you,’ Dexter said, and the man bowed and left. Dexter crouched on his haunches in front of the low table where the guard had set the tray. He glanced up at amyra, those beautiful different eyes seeming almost to glow. They really were the most extraordinary colour. With his dark hair and tawny eyes, that lean, predatory elegance, he was like a leopard, or perhaps a wolf, panther something beautiful and terrifying at the same time. "You must be hungry, little kitten." "I am not." Her cheeks reddened, why do she like that name more?

He hadn’t even replied to her texts. Natalie didn’t want to look at his twisted expression any longer and instead turned her gaze to Dexter, who lay unconscious on the hospital bed. Dexter didn’t look much like Layson—his features were softer, his expression calm even in sleep. Only his sharp brows and refined nose bore some resemblance to Mr. Norman.

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

At that exact moment, my door opens from outside, and in comes the beast. Looking at him now, I can’t imagine someone like this did those things to me last night. He looks so composed right now, unlike the person who unleashed such sweet torment on me last night. My gaze unconsciously rests on the space between his thighs, and I am suddenly petrified. What the heck! Merely staring at his sleeping dragon can make me this wet? What the fuck did Dexter feed me last night? Dexter is currently wearing a blue shirt with a white top that’s loose enough on his body. However, it feels like I can feel those firm abs from here.

“Although based on the research I made Dorian is quite the traveller, And hasn't been home for years now. The strangest thing about this whole issue is that a year ago he had a scandal with Vivian Du'mount a big fashion icon and media influencer. Ever since the scandal he's gone public, the media had no idea Damien had a twin so it was really quiet some news back then. Now he seems to have settled in New York, with his presence on the island it seems I've found the reason of his permanent stay. Don't even get me started on Xavier, a rich Business tycoon best friends with Damien and Dorian. They might have money and power but I intend to make sure Morgan becomes mine, I can't let them have he