Dexter's Laboratory Sister's Name Novels & Stories

I raised the mug and guzzled the rest of my beer. Martha leaned closer. “Ashleigh has a brother. His name is David.” “How did you find that out?” “I…did a little investigating on my own.” “Martha!” My voice carried and heads turned toward us. Leaning forward, I lowered my voice. “Are you crazy? These people are dangerous. Just look at my head. I got eleven stitches in it this morning.” “What? You didn’t tell me you had stitches.” “You can’t see them?” I turned my head to the side.

However, since it was Good Friday, Dexter bought some sparklers to celebrate Easter. He got out of his car in the twilight. He and Julian were cousins, so they had similar builds and features. Gabriella mistook him for Julian because of the shadows and ran to him, throwing her arms around him. "Daddy!" Dexter didn't correct her. She deserved to have something to be happy about. He himself had a daughter—Eleanor had given birth to Maisie for him—but he rarely got the chance to see her. Eleanor had a heart of stone.

The house was quiet; she didn’t know what else to do, so she dragged out the act of eating, spending half an hour just finishing the bowl. As she stared blankly at the table, Dexter walked into the living room. He had barely sat down when Diana immediately had a maid bring him a bowl of medicinal soup — part of his recovery treatment. Dexter, spotting Adela at the dining table, looked surprised. After glancing around and seeing no one else, he asked, "Where’s my brother? Why are you here alone?" "He went to the company." Dexter nodded, sipping his soup while casually chatting, "How’s your friend? She seemed really out of it earlier."

“I am. But I need a coffee after that. She exhausted the hell out of me.” Dexter suddenly smirked, clearly amused. I did not know he could have emotions on his face. “I’ll ask my brother to fetch you one. What’s your favorite flavor?” “Hmm. Caramel macchiato. Thank you,” I said, before walking toward Alex’s office. “May I ask who that woman is in Alexander’s life?” I curiously asked as I felt him following me from behind. “Someone not important, ma’am. Boss Astley tried acting on a commercial before, and they became partners on set.” Dexter explained what I think he knows.

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

Never to feel any mercy nor pity to his victim, but joy and pleasure. Klyde on the other side kept on lecturing them. Taking turns, back and forth, stopped and walked around and around while talking unstoppable and Baxter doesn't mind to keep it that way. "Baxter told us that this eldest sister he has, makes his ears bleed whenever she opens her mouth. She irritates the hell out of him. What the f*ck is her name?" "Dorothy?" Nick asks but Klyde shook his head. "It's something Dor-- Delare-- Dora-- D--"

“She’s my sister, after all.” “That would be the easy and simple explanation, but it’s not the factual one.” Davina nodded. “I know, but I’ve thought of her as my sister since the day I was born.” She uncapped the vile and tossed the liquid down in one gulp. With a twisted expression that displayed her dislike for the taste, she said, “That’s nasty.” The doctor chuckled. “Get dressed and I’ll show you where you are to wait.” “My mother should have told me about Louella,” Davina grumbled.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

There have been rumors that they are an item, and looking at them now, I can understand why. My sister always gets touchy-feely with the people she likes. I remember when she used to drape herself all over me when we were younger. I guess she has outgrown that now. "So I heard you and Aiden are partners on this project," Sarah says, looking back and forth between us. "That is right," I reply. “Blacksmith is my partner.” Sarah frowns, her eyes flicking from me to Aiden. "I must say, it is kind of unusual to hear you call him 'Blacksmith'. It is distant and formal, but I guess that's just your way." She rambles.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.