Dexter Novels & Stories

"It's been seven years, champ, I don't remember a thing." "Oh." For a minute, his eyes sparked. "I remembered everything we talked about though." The words played in her brain, I remember everything we talked about.... Did he? Did he?? "Okay," He was laughing now, clearly not noticing her horrified look, "I am Dexter, my American name that is. You have met my elder sister, Sky, and well my other friends." "Jesus, Dexter." She cringed her head and barked a Laughter, "That's not what I am talking about, what are your preferences?"

wanted to screamed at first, but Alexis made a signal of silence, at first the security man was in a daze, but he recollect himself, he wanted to blow his whistle. “Damn you, I told you to be silent.” Alexis said in a playful tone. Without warning and before the man could think of blowing the whistle, Alexis use her Preying Mantis and she held the man throat, she pinned him to herself and she voiced out. "Hey you wanna die." she said while looking like a ferocious Tiger. The Security man did shake his head declaring his intention of staying alive longer "Right, so just scram away immediately." Alexis said and she release the man. The Security man breath out and stand up on his feet, he want

Damn, I am the luckiest Alpha in the world. Dexter- You are going to fuck this up, aren’t you. Me- Shut up

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

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?"

ELARA “You've killed her! You killed the one person who could…” Dexter’s eyes widened crazily as he turned to Fenrir. “You've taken my property away from me.” He screamed in rage, grabbing a small silver knife from his medical tray and lunging straight toward Fenrir. "You have taken my property…” Fenrir simply stared at him displaying madness. He didn't even need to change into his wolf form to deal with a human. Before Dexter could get to him, he got to him first by catching the scientist's wrist with one hand, and snapping it.

I sob, not from sorrow, but from a murderous, blinding hatred. Damien has humiliated me. He has chosen her. He has put his hands on my throat in front of the entire pack, making me look like a weak, pathetic joke. The heavy wooden door clicks open. Alpha Dexter steps into the room, his massive frame filling the threshold. His eyes sweep over the shattered glass, the broken mirror, and the wreckage of my chambers before landing on me. “Stop this pathetic caterwauling,” Dexter growls, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration that shakes the stone beneath my feet. He steps further inside, his face hard as granite. “You are acting like

He mouthed. I nodded lightly and turned away slowly. “I must say, it's nice seeing you in person. I knew Kylian always had his eyes on attractive women,” “I'm sorry, but who are you? What's your name? I can't seem to recognize you,” I interrupted, itching my hair in discomfort. “We have never met before, but I'm Dexter by the way,” he extended his hands for a shake. I could have sworn I had seen him somewhere but I didn't know where. His eyes and facial features were oddly too familiar to believe him.

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"Mr. Damon, good evening. Would you like me to tell madam that yo-" Damon walked straight past her without looking at her or slowing down. The maid was left astonished, standing with the tray in her hands, her mouth half open, watching him cross the floor toward the inner sitting room. He found Dexter exactly where he expected to find him. Dexter was sprawled on one of the cream sofas, one leg thrown over the armrest. There was a glass of whiskey on the side table beside him. His phone was held up in front of his face. He was scrolling through something on social media, and every few seconds he laughed out loud at whatever he wa