Dexter X Blossom Novels & Stories

"Oh, what's with the fancy outfit today? Are you going to see your old sugar daddy? Have him give you more money so you can fix that crappy car of yours!" I walked straight past the security booth without turning my head or slowing down. Feeling ignored, Dexter cursed angrily and stormed out of the booth after me. "Stop right there! I'm talking to you!" After taking two steps, he stopped for no clear reason. The sight of my tall figure dressed in black suddenly made him uneasy. …

I introduce them. “Oh, hello Lady Meadow.” “Hello, Sir Tate.” “He’s a handsome fellow.” “And young.” “Ladies, you should introduce yourselves,” Xander says, cutting off their discussion of my brother before it goes downhill. “I’m Blossom.” “And I’m Poppy.” “And this is Daphne, she’s shy.” “I love your lights, did my sister make them for you?” Meadow asks, feeling the magic in them. “She did!” “Don’t you love them?”

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

A big cake, overlaid with nicely scented roses was in the middle of the bed, surrounded by several red boxes of different sizes. My heart skipped a beat as I read the inscription on the cake. It was my birthday and I didn't even remember it. Simultaneously, the door pushed open and Dexter appeared, looking drop dead gorgeous. "Looking for me?" He smiled cheekily. A usual show of his arrogance. But his sexy abs that bulged through the silk black shirt he wore didn't go unnoticed. His hair was damp, like he just came out from the shower. "Don't flatter yourself. I wasn't really looking for you." I feigned nonchalance.

I introduce them. “Oh, hello Lady Meadow.” “Hello, Sir Tate.” “He’s a handsome fellow.” “And young.” “Ladies, you should introduce yourselves,” Xander says, cutting off their discussion of my brother before it goes downhill. “I’m Blossom.” “And I’m Poppy.” “And this is Daphne, she’s shy.” “I love your lights, did my sister make them for you?” Meadow asks, feeling the magic in them. “She did!” “Don’t you love them?”

Dexter's eyes went into narrow slits staring at her. "Great! Let's go." She said, unbothered by his tone and gaze. She was picking up her coat and opening up the door. Dexter shook his head and smiled as he followed her out the door. "I need to look for a flower shop. I need to buy a special flower to make my tea." Taesha stated as Dexter looked at her admiringly from behind. And boy, what a stack in the back she gave me to admire.

I heard Dexter curse something under his breath before he began to hurry his pace, roughly pulling me into the nearest bushes. ​“Help! Somebody help...” ​A strong, stinging sensation on my cheek made me freeze. I slowly turned around, covering my sore cheek, tears already threatening to spill as I stared at him in disbelief. ​“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and play nice, huh?” he growled, ripping my hands away and forcing me to sit down on the ground right behind the bush. ​I was still shocked and stared at him, trying to ignore the burning sensation on my cheek as I watched him rummage through his pockets before pulling out a vervain bracelet.

“Yeah, that’s the surest way to root out the pest. I’m sure my people are so eager to kill her for all the crimes she has committed within the pack. Haven't you thought that far ahead?“ he asked Narsha. ”That's...no, I–" Dexter kissed Narsha on the forehead, surprising her and all the eyes watching. Clearly, it wasn't the right moment to display his affection, but his wide smile and loving gaze were fixed on his expression. He seemed blind to their current situation. “That's okay. We still have plenty of time to align our minds to become more alike,” said Dexter, sounding romantic. “I said, I don't want to be more like you,” Narsha retorted, continuing to shake her head.

It wasn't until 8:30 am that Liam managed to negotiate for him to have a private meeting with Dexter. In just one night, Dexter had lost all his former glory. Dressed in the detention center's deep blue prison uniform, his tall frame looked stiff and constrained. His face was covered in unshaven stubble, and his bloodshot eyes were sunken with exhaustion—he looked utterly haggard. Dominic's cane struck the ground with loud thuds, his heart truly aching deeply. He raised his hand and slapped Dexter several times. "Dexter, are you out of your mind? Who is Willow to you? She’s your sister-in-law! She once served you tea and regarded you as a brother!

Dexter sighed, his expression softening as he approached Iris. "Are you done?" he asked, his voice gentle. Iris's voice thickened with annoyance. "You really don't care, do you?" she accused, her eyes welling up with tears. Dexter's eyes filled with compassion as he pulled Iris into a comforting hug. She resisted at first, but soon melted into his touch, her deep breaths breaking into sobs. As they held each other, their lips gravitated towards each other, meeting in a tender, comforting kiss. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, their clothes began to unravel, one piece at a time, until they found themselves lost in the solace of each other's embrace, entwined in the sheets of