Dexter Reborn Novels & Stories

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"

To get inside, it took more effort because she had to pass through branches that were intertwined and crowded together. Dexter moved a few steps forward before his body began to change. His bones creaked, his skin stretched, and in seconds, a large silver wolf stood upright in front of Narsha. The dim twilight reflected off his fur, making him look like a legendary figure born from the sea mist. He turned his head, staring at Narsha from behind a pair of sharp, silvery-yellow eyes. “I'm going back with Mira,” his voice echoed low, hoarse but steady. “Or at least... with her corpse if that happens."

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 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.

Sean showed up again, looking so thin that he was almost skeletal. He tried to stab me from behind with a knife while I was caught off guard. But ever since he'd contracted the virus, he was so weak that a gust of wind could knock him over. Thus, I easily took the knife away. "Shane! Give me my life back!" he shouted. I kicked him. "I wasn't the one who gave you the disease. You've got the wrong person. "Everyone must pay for their crimes, even if they're reborn. Macy has already been convicted, and your retribution isn't far off.

My World Traveling System: The Harbinger of Death: A Story about a young man who is suddenly struck by lightning while sleeping with his phone, which awakened his ability and the World Traveling System! Demon Queen Rebirth: I Reincarnated as a Living Armor?!: A Story about a Demon Queen who lost everything, in the last battle, her soul was split in half and she was reincarnated twice in her third life. Epic of Caterpillar: A Story about a mysterious man who died of a fever and reincarnated as a Caterpillar in the middle of a forest infested with monsters! He will have to somehow survive as a Caterpillar in this world filled with chaos.

A very simple sentence made Kendra Calson feel like a needle was stuck in her heart. After spending the night with Kendra Calson, Arielle suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She originally planned to dig Kendra Calson over and help her manage the company clothing line, but now she suddenly feels a little sympathetic to that woman. In fact, Kendra Calson is a bit similar to her previous life, but she can be reborn and repent, can she? She was not in a good mood and was a little irritable when she was playing games at night.

Giovanni was ruthless and ambitious, and he sensed a weakness in Abaddon's organization. As they arrived at Dexter's secluded hideout, they found him waiting, his tall and imposing figure standing with an air of authority. Dexter had a stern face with a chiseled jawline, a man who had seen his fair share of battles and was not one to back down from a fight. His eyes were intense, like a predator sizing up its prey, and his presence demanded respect and obedience. "Abaddon, Axel," Dexter greeted them with a nod, acknowledging their arrival. "I've been expecting you."

A week before the college entrance exam, my twin brother, Tristan Doyle, runs away with a delinquent. Our parents abandon their massive corporate empire and set out to search for him. I intend to join the search, but a comment abruptly flashes across my vision. "Don't go, Ryan! If you skip the exam too, your family is doomed!" With no other choice, I shoulder the pressure and walk into the exam hall alone. Yet the moment the exams end, my parents return and lock me in the basement. Ten years later, I finally escape, only to discover that Tristan has stolen my identity. He's celebrated as that year's top scorer, gets a degree from a prestigious university, and is even married to my former