Dexter X Debra Novels & Stories

I kiss her perfect lips. Dexter- Nope, you mark her, and I go on strike like Annabelle. Wait, to mark her you need your canines to extend, which only happens if I let it. So, HA, you can’t mark her. Me- What is your problem? Dexter- I want my goddess given mate, damn you! Me- No, our mate is Bridget. End of conversation. Dexter is finally quiet. “Dexter, not liking this either?” Bridget asks.

I laughed as he set me down, and I pushed my hair back from my face. Dex threw my dress onto the bed and was panting hard as he stared at me with a fire in his eyes that excited me as much as it made me nervous. "What was that about?" I asked, my hand moving down to rub my butt cheek where he had spanked. He wasn't touching me now, but I could still feel his hand there. "Did they hurt you?" He demanded, not seeming to find this situation as funny as I did. I shook my head, wanting to ask about Paige. I assumed she was either the mate or sister of the man in the store today, but I wasn't sure that I was ready to hear the details of a murder Dex may have committed when I knew that I could be n

However, Dexie had learned from her experiences not to let Narda's behavior affect her. In the past, Dexie had let her feelings for Luke Huxley cloud her judgment, leading to conflicts with Narda. However, she had since overcome this and no longer allowed Narda's actions to affect her negatively. Dexie had reached a point where she no longer harbored any resentment towards Luke Huxley, realizing that her past animosity was her own issue to address. She had moved past the need for validation from others, including Narda, and focused on her own growth. She could handle Narda's antagonism; what was the worst thing Narda could do?

Luca said something to her that her throwing her head back and laughing. Xander handed Kenzie off to Bellamy and made his way back over to us. He stood behind Doll while we watched the newly mated couple. It was hard to think of our baby girl as mated because we knew what that entailed, but we were grateful that it was Bellamy. He would treat her right. They were both looking into each other’s eyes as they danced. Kenzie’s lilac magic spread out around them and mixed with Bellamy’s green magic. Her magic formed a barrier underneath them and began to lift them up into the air as they danced.

"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. …

She was with fucking Xavier, slow dancing to the music, smiling and laughing. Her friend was standing to the side, watching like it was nothing. “Calm down alpha, I did some research and they are just friends.” Dexter said hurriedly through the mindlink, sensing my anger. “Really?” I asked, watching his hands hold her curvy waist, his eyes looking too deep into hers. She kept on talking and laughing, having real fun while he enjoyed it. “According to what I found, she didn’t relate with men anymore.. trauma or guts feeling I guess.” He went slow at the ending, coughing as if it would cover up what that meant.

The two worlds of my fractured existence had collided, and the fallout felt devastating. I pushed the door open. Dexter was there. He sat on the sofa, a smug, self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched Lexi, her face still blotchy and tear-streaked, and mom, her expression a mask of cold fury. He looked almost… triumphant. "Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence," Dexter said, his voice dripping with a false concern that made my stomach churn. "Did you have a good night out, Davina?"

"She didn't even know I was her true mate." I stepped forward but didn't speak. What could I say to a man who seemed like he had lost the only thing that mattered to him? I was bracing for him to go berserk and strike, but then, behind him, a strange sound caught my attention. Branches were cracking, and I also heard careful steps punching into the soft earth. We turned and saw Dexter emerging from the shadows. His armour was clean. It had no bloodstains, dirt, or sweat marks. He stood tall, refusing to fade into the background. He didn't look at Xavier. Didn't look at me or Zordon. His gaze fell straight to Kendra's lifeless body.

She had been nothing but a pawn in his game, and now she was left to grapple with the reality of the man she thought she knew, but who had only ever been a stranger to her. "Dhokebaaz,". (Deceiver). She spat, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow. The word, drenched in her native tongue, was heavy with the weight of betrayal. But as the syllables hung in the air, he simply frowned, unable to fully grasp the depth of her pain, lost in the meaning of the unfamiliar word. "I don’t believe in this plaything". With a forceful kick, she sent the torn papers scattering across the floor—shreds of their so-called marriage, a union built on nothing but lies and deceit. It was a mockery of

I saw the Duke in his eyes—the man who had loved me through nine deaths—and I saw the Doctor—the man who wanted to save me from the tenth. ​"We have to go dark," Julian whispered, his lips grazing my forehead. ​"How?" ​"We break the dampeners," he said, a dark smile touching his lips. "We give the Sin-Eater exactly what he wants—a taste of the Tenth Life." ​He pulled me closer, his hand sliding up my back to the nape of my neck. The "Forbidden Touch" began to sizzle, a low-frequency vibration that made the champagne glasses on the nearby tables start to rattle.