Dexter X Debra Novels & Stories

Her gaze shoots back up to mine, and she swallows thickly. The fiery irritation no longer burning in her eyes, instead there’s desire there. It’s unmistakable, and it makes me harder than I ever believed possible. Lexi clears her throat, glancing at her wrist watch. “Well, I’ve got two more patients to see before my shift is over,” she says, her voice higher than before. I smirk at how affected she is by me. Then a flood of something foreign and dangerous bubbling beneath the surface hits me. The thought of watching this woman walk away make me want to throw her over my shoulder and take her home. She has affected me in a very odd way.

She walked past me without answering. I stood there. I watched her get to her door. I watched her hand go to the handle. Then she stopped. For a moment she just stood there with her back to me and her hand on the handle and the corridor completely quiet around us. Then mshe turned around slowly and looked at me from the end of the hall. “What exactly are you offering, Dexter?”

Alexandro dismissed his own men and stepped forward. They stared at one another for a long second, two Alphas who had once dreamed of taking each other down now standing not as enemies, but as two leaders desperate to find one missing woman. “She’s gone,” Alexandro said before Valerian could speak. His voice cracked ever so slightly. Valerian nodded. “I know. That’s why I sent for you.” They entered the private chamber without any ceremony. For once, there was no tension, no unspoken competition. Just two tired men, sitting across from one another, haunted by the same enemy.

He brushed my bangs back and looked into my eyes. "I will be faithful to you Zax Derix, because you are my mate and we only get one in our lifetime," he said sincerely and kissed my lips tenderly. My heart felt big in my chest and I smiled. A loud buzzing started and I looked around the room. Dregs growled softly and walked away to a table, lifted a control pushing a button and a screen lit up and Marwan's face appeared alongside the female.

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

Victoria smiled—fangs glinting, blood-tears shining. “Raven.” Raven shivered—delighted, overwhelmed. “Again.” “Raven.” Raven laughed—fuller this time, freer. Victoria pulled her close once more. The knights watched—silent, reverent. The rift was closed. Time had been stolen. But sound had been given back. And Raven Winterstar—necromantress, scion of Death, princess consort of Valros—heard the world for the first time in years. She held Victoria tighter.

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

I acted like I hadn't heard Mohan at all, which, in a house full of silence, was easier to fake than most people realised. "Well, well, well." Draven's voice reached me secondhand through Mohan's hands a beat later, though the smirk on his face needed no translation at all. "If it isn't the deaf Alpha Thorne himself. I confess, for a moment I wondered whose territory I'd wandered into." "What the hell do you want?" I kept my expression schooled, offering a practised, hollow wave to a passing minister who beamed at me from across the room.

~Devin~ “Who’s the lucky guy? Is he that rumored Brazilian model, Daniel Cortez?” Kendra continued to squeeze out information from Ren about this boyfriend of hers. Ren’s cheeks burned with a crimson shade. My fist clenched and unclenched while waiting for her answer. “No. Daniel and I are good friends. This guy I’m talking about is not showbiz, so I’d like to keep it that way for a while.” Kendra huffed demurely, unsatisfied with Ren’s vague answer. “Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?”

Lucas blinked hard, hoping the sight before him would vanish with the next flutter of his eyelids. But nothing changed. The scene remained clear and he stood there dumbfounded watching the two people in front of him. Dexter was still there, his frame pressed against the counter, moving rhythmically against the woman. His thrusts forceful and powerful, his mouth on her breasts. The sound of their grunts and moans of pleasure filled the room. As if sensing a presence, Davina's eyes fluttered open, before widening in surprise. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed, shoving Dexter away. She leaped down from the counter, her movements frantic as she yanked up her shorts, her face flushing a deep crimson.