Dexter X Doakes Novels & Stories

He recognizes Rose's vulnerability and decides to step in, determined to diffuse the situation and protect her. With a stern expression, Dexter takes a stand, directing his words towards Alexa. He understands the unfairness of the situation and believes in treating others with fairness and compassion. Dexter implores Alexa to do the right thing, urging her to return the notebook to Rose. However, Alexa's smirk and defiant response reveal her determination to maintain her advantage.

I replied respectfully. "Good. What's the update? What's going on inside that poor excuse for a pack?" "Things are tense, just like you predicted. Dexter is consumed by his obsession with Daisy. He's willing to sacrifice everything, even the pack, to get her back. Dustin thinks he's being reckless, but Xavier's influence is so strong that Dexter can't see the flaws in his own logic. He truly believes the sacrifice is worth it. But everyone knows Dustin won't let it happen," I reported, my voice mechanical, like a puppet being controlled by strings.

His words stumbled for the first time before he gripped my shoulders tightly and I looked at him, fear rushing through my face as I tried to come up with a lie. ​“Oh, don’t sweat it, she’s been seeing me for quite a while now,” Dexter said calmly, and I watched Draven flinch before turning around again. ​Wait, they know each other?! How?! ​“Get the fuck out of here before I rip your heart out, right here, right now!” Draven spat with so much hatred and anger; I took a step back out of fear. What the hell was going on? ​“I came for the girl, mate,” Dexter sang, and I glared at him, hating the fact that he was only making the situation worse by acting so confident and ignorant. Was he not awar

Killer But the evidence of the boy I once knew, no longer existed. The slight limp gifted to him by my sister when she knocked him also MIA, as his keen gaze watches me with a hard-eye stare. I knew Dexter first from his father's unorthodox connection with the Delroy family. It was a relationship built on a blood oath that was made many years ago. A price paid to secure they had a future that wasn’t coated with their past discretions. What exactly it was, is still yet to be known. And I wanted to know.

So good, that he even turned her into his pawn. Stacy takes in the look on my face. "You also think I'm stupid right".? "No, I...". "It's fine". She cut me off. "Even if you refuse to admit it, I know for a fact that I was stupid and not stupid in love but stupidly obsessed and a fool. But, thank God for you". I may sound like one of the Sherlock siblings right now but listen to this. How come Dexter is connected to the death of Stacey's parents? How come he still has that pen, instead of doing away with it?

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

It left me both curious and unsure. "Come on, Dean. Don't tell me you're still dwelling on that incident. It's in the past. Why don't we reconcile?" He pleaded, attempting to ease the tension between us. As he tried to approach, I instinctively moved aside, my eyes filled with deep-seated animosity. The intensity of my gaze conveyed my resentment. "I didn't think our friendship could be salvaged," I replied sharply. "And by the way, where is your lovely wife?" The sentence I said reminded me of my first love, Alex. She was everything to me, but my friend, Drake, took her away by getting her pregnant.

Dexter, for his part, seemed worlds away, barely registering the chaos he had created. He looked haggard, sporting dark circles under his eyes that hinted at many sleepless nights. He’d let a scruffy layer of stubble grow in, looking older than his actual age. Dexter’s mind was elsewhere, stuck on memories of Adela’s departure. He couldn’t shake the knot of regret strangling his thoughts. He’d told himself he should chase after her, but he’d done nothing, letting himself drown in late-night bars and pointless fights.

the cashier answered directly. Dexter was shocked. "Can you do me a little favor, Miss?" Dexter asked straightforwardly. "Sure, as long as I can," the cashier agreed. "Can you watch over my friend until I come over?" Dylan said. "Sure, I can do that, Sir. But how do I know if you're her friend and not just pretending to be you?" the cashier dubiously asked. Dexter commended this cashier for her thoroughness. "You'll know it's me when I show you my ID. By the way, I'm Dexter Moore. While I'm gone, please don't let her leave or leave her to anyone." I said

Jackson is a similar height, but he's significantly broader than Dexter, and he's in his prime. Wolves like Gamma Austin and Delta Greg in Blood Moon still look in their prime, their training and discipline keeping their bodies strong and youthful. Except for the slight greying at their temples and the laughter lines around their eyes, you wouldn't know their age. Dexter and Malcolm look old in comparison, and when you compare them to Jackson and Isaac... yeah, there's no contest. Jackson drops into a ready stance as Dexter backs up. Dexter lunges, barrelling towards Jackson, who leaps backwards and lashes out with his leg, catching Dexter in the stomach. As he lands, Jackson is already movi