Ever After High Dexter Charming Novels & Stories

The words ripped through the intimate silence like a shard of glass. They broke apart, their expressions shifting from flushed, self-absorbed intimacy to a brazen, utterly shameless lack of remorse. Dexter smirked, a smug, repulsive twist of his lips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Cecilia simply adjusted her disheveled top, a sickeningly smug look plastered on her face, her eyes devoid of any guilt. "Oh, hey, Davina," Dexter said, his tone infuriatingly casual, as if he'd been caught borrowing a sweater. "Didn't expect you back so soon."

I looked at it for another forty minutes and replayed what I knew. Daisy: grieving, resilient, honest to a fault, currently in the position of having told a good man the truth about her complicated feelings and come home with the particular weight of someone who had closed one door and was standing in front of another one. Dexter: emotionally avoidant since the age of twelve, showing every sign of genuine feeling that I had not seen from him in my entire life, and apparently still finding ways to say the wrong thing at the right moment. Two intelligent adults. One apartment. Three weeks of circling.

DEREK’S P.O.V. Dessert had been a mistake. Not because it wasn’t good. It had been absolutely delicious. It was because Charlotte had practically moaned her way through half of her tiramisu before realizing she was doing it and turning an adorable shade of red. By the time we were done, I felt like the room was overheating and I couldn’t think straight. The news about her hearing being scheduled had caused something to shift for us, and each time our eyes met, she looked away quickly as if she were uncomfortable, more than the almost kiss had.

“How did you know?” Cherish smirked slightly. “Which one do you mean? That Mr. Enrique is getting married? Or that you called him stupid for wanting to get married?” Dexter wiped his face, which was getting sweaty, either from exercise or embarrassment. He took a breath as if holding back a storm in his chest. A low, sincere voice could be heard from behind his large palms. “My bad. I'm the stupid one... for refusing to see the blessings that marriage can bring for so long.”

Mom will always wait for him. As I roll the car off the wide drive, I think about Tate. I think about her going to some get together later and speaking with Dexter about prom. Don’t ask me why, but it’s niggling the hell out of me. Why is it niggling me? Dexter is a nice guy, he’s smart and funny, he’s definitely a great soccer play and he’s overall decent. He isn’t a smart mouth like me, he doesn’t serial date like me but nonetheless it’s getting to me.

Me- If Marcella rejects Evander, will you stick around? Dexter- If he accepts it, hell no! I’ll be with you in the presence of our mother. Is she thinking about rejecting him? Me- He read her diary to her parents. Dexter- Hold please. I wait for Dexter and continue to lower the barrier. She will be able to wake up soon with very little energy used. Dexter- Evander won’t accept. Me- Yeah, we need to shut down the merry go round before it becomes annoying! Hey, Dexter.

"Dexter, it's not shameful to have lost the upper hand in your love life. But if you walk around looking like a beaten dog, I will give you the rude awakening that you sorely need. "If I ended up ending Uncle Tyler's bloodline, just remember you brought it on him." Julian was the master in his social circle when it came to plotting and scheming. Dexter was quite impressed. Their gazes met, and they high-fived in perfect unison. Their strong bond would carry them through any hardship life threw their way. … Dexter sent the bidding document over in the afternoon. As expected, he ran into Eleanor, and both of them wished dearly that they hadn't seen each other at all.

my eyes flicker to the father teaching his son. “Oh the best” she whispers and chuckles and sighs, “thank you” “Please, I'm not always this nice. You caught me on a good day.” I stand up and adjust my coat, “I'm Dexter by the way” I give her a hand and assist her to stand up. “I know. You're quite famous, marrying the famous Lorriane Whitmore, never knew you'd be..nice” she laughs. “Like I said it's a good day, terrible beginning but good day” I smile and look around the park, “you asked what was wrong. My father is what is wrong”

His voice was barely above a whisper. He cupped my cheeks. “Tonight, we can forget about the husband and whatever he’s up to. Let’s focus on you.” I licked my lips, and his eyes followed. His gaze darkened, and he swallowed hard. “I want to kiss you, Ivy.” I opened my mouth to say something, but before the words left, Dexter leaned forward and captured my lips in a soft kiss. He was gentler than Asher - tender, like he was savoring the taste. I shut my eyes, and all I could see was Asher.

Shayne was then little by little get arouse of what Dexter is doing. Dexter carried Shayne in the side of the falls and lay her down there. Then he, feast her eyes with the naked beauty of a goddess in front of him. Later on, he again embraces and kisses Shayne, in the lips, in her checks, in her breast. Shayne becomes a forgiving flower welcoming the refreshing dew in the morning. Dexter has reached the peak of his sexual attraction to Shayne and he gives off the final blow to the attainment of full happiness their sweet love to each other can offer. Dexter wild dream that Shayne, and him, be like Adam and Eve in the lost paradise happens.