Dexter's Laboratory And Big Bang Theory Novels & Stories

He asked, forming his hands together, before palming his lips together. Zoey swore she smelled something delicious. "There are more?" Her eyes widened in horror, and she pictured what it would be like living with more than one Zara in her house. Pathetic, her whole life would come crumbling down in a single day. "No." He laughs coarse, something about his laugh is deep, he smelled like shampoo, and when he tilted his head to look at her, his eyes shined brightly. "It's just Damien and his little sister." Dexter said, still standing beside the tea table, while she had her back relaxed on the chair.

"And I think it's time we involved you." I felt a surge of confusion, unsure of what he was talking about. But before I could ask any questions, Dexter continued. "You see, we've been studying the human mind," he said, his eyes glinting with excitement. "And we've made some incredible breakthroughs." I leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest. What kind of breakthroughs? And what did they have to do with me? But before I could ask any questions, Dexter leaned forward, his eyes fixed intently on mine.

I laughed, standing up. “Don’t fight with him again. He’s really strong,” I say to him, going to the kitchen. “You don’t need to tell me twice,” he mumbled. Dexter was a boxer in high school and college days. After he got off the wheelchair, he started boxing again, and he was really good at it. I don’t know if he still boxes, but I know for a fact he’s strong. I won’t want to be at the receiving end of his punch. I breathed out, feeling so much relief. Hopefully, I was wrong about Deborah. If not, I am literally about to be friends with someone who hates the sight of me and my child, someone that could be a danger to her.

Dexter paced the wide hall, fuming in anger and occasionally throwing things around him away. His hands trembled with fury consuming him as he muttered curse words under his breath. Harrison Bugle, Dexter's beta and childhood best friend sat on a couch, whistling to the sound of his favorite country music, not bothered by his friend's troubled state. Dexter turned around to face Harrison. "Would you please stop that! It's both disturbing and annoying." Harrison stopped for a while then resumed.

Dexter began to throw one of his tantrums and his already exhausted guards tried desperately to make him stop destroying the entire study, but none of them could get close to him because he kept moving at light speed, throwing things around and breaking them. There were a lot of sharp objects around him, and the guards were rightfully afraid that he would lose whatever was left of his mind and hurt one of them. A person like this definitely wasn't fit to be the Alpha. He needed to be replaced as soon as possible. I was starting to realize that I had wasted all of my feelings on a dog. Although I loved him and I would do everything for him, the only person he cared about was Daisy. I had a si

Dexter………. He had already forgotten about the party and the message was like a remembrance,he raced to his room and took a cold shower and started rumpaging his wardrobe looking for a cloth that somehow matched the occasion of party and ended up with a pink plaid trouser and a pokemon shirt,he looked in the mirror and smiled while styling his hair,there was no Ste-phen or anyone to stop him from going for the party tonight

Suddenly, the air was filled with the mechanical whir of machinery as a dozen automated defense bullets dropped down from the high ceiling. We would never avoid this. "Well, well, well," a smooth, cold voice echoed through the overhead loudspeakers. "Look at the garbage the storm washed up on my doorstep." The thick plexiglass observation window above lit up with bright white light. Dexter was standing right behind the glass in a clean white lab coat with his hands tucked into his pockets. His thin face was completely calm, and a small smile rested on his lips as he looked down at us like we were mice in a jar.

But before her hand could even touch the knob, the heavy double doors swung open. Dexter stood there. He was already in full battle regalia—black leather armor reinforced with silver plating, his massive greatsword strapped to his back. His rugged face looked weary, but his eyes were sharp. He looked at Ruby with a faint, knowing smirk. "I knew you couldn't stay mad at me for long, Luna," Dexter said. His voice was low, filling the quiet room with an undeniable dominance. Ruby froze. "Dexter... I—" Dexter stepped inside and kicked the door shut with his heel. He closed the distance between them until Ruby could smell the scent of cedarwood and cold steel clinging to his armor. He grabbed her

Mason shook his head in disapproval. "You won't be talking to any member of your crazy family." Dexter coughed to get his attention, and they both communicate with their eyes. They excused themselves and went to the sitting room. "What?" He asked looking frustrated. "Don't you think it will be good to bring her here?" Dexter said with a knowing smile on his handsome face. "Just imagine what will happen when Laura sees the thing we have, she will be the one to kick her out after beating her to a pulp."

Dexter was fired from the research institute, but he didn't leave the university. He stayed on to finish his graduate degree. Everywhere he and Brianna went, the whispers followed. "Look, that's the one who cheated." "Oh, right, the one who cheated with his girlfriend's best friend and then tried to pin it on her." Less than a week in, Brianna couldn't take it anymore. "Dexter, let's just leave. I'm losing my mind. Let's go find Ivy. If she just explains things one more time, if she just says I didn't betray her, this all goes away."