Ever After High Dexter Charming Novels & Stories

He was so confused, trying to figure out why it tasted like dessert. Astrid cackles, imagining the scene. "Dexter is evil. I bet Blaze wasn't too happy about that." "Not at all," Phoenix confirms, still grinning. "But Dexter just laughed it off. He has this way of getting under your skin and making you laugh at the same time. It's part of his charm, I guess." Astrid snickers. "He does have a unique way of seeing the world."

But instead, I grabbed the final shot, tipped it back, and tried not to think about how gravity suddenly felt ten times stronger. That was the last coherent thought I had before Dexter appeared out of nowhere, practically lifting me off the ground. “Alright, champ, let’s get you home before you actually pass out,” Dexter said, half laughing, half hauling me towards the door. “But…” I protested weakly, dragging my feet. “I gotta… defeat… Evans.” “You did, buddy. You totally crushed him,” Dexter lied, as any good friend would. “No, no, no.” I mumbled, flopping against him like a rag doll. “He’s too... smug. and his glasses... they... they have powers.”

Dexter wasn't dumb: Meet-cute as directed in real life and those shitty romance comedies were supposed to be fun, so sweet you doubt whether it was real. But his meet-cute with Zoey Hart never tended to be cute, cracking her phone screen, her chest bumping to his, he could feel her hardened tits pressed against his shirt, and damn.

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

Dexter was afraid of hurting her so she had to make it easy for him. “I just got here,” she lied but Dexter was still curious to know how much she had heard. “Did you…” “What? I just got here and I need water,” she looked away and said, Dexter led her to the couch, “Please sit, I will get you water.” Dexter returned with the water and she gulped everything down. “Thank you.” Looking at her, he was just mesmerized by her charm. “You are beautiful.” “Thank you,” Doreen responded shyly, her cheeks reddening in the process.

She smiled helplessly. Dexter smiled. He suddenly extended his hand and brushed off a mimosa blossom from Grace's hair. She was taken aback by this action. "I think that makes sense. I'll make the arrangements from here." After speaking, Dexter turned to leave, still holding the flower. His back was broad and upright. Although he was a decade older, he maintained a disciplined physique that showed no signs of aging. At that moment, his serious composure disappeared and instead seemed to gain some charm.

Charlie jolted upright, heart racing. Dexter stood in the doorway, phone pressed to his ear, expression sharp with irritation. He glanced at Charlie, then back into the hall. “Cancel the meeting,” he snapped. “I don’t care how inconvenient it is.” He ended the call and noticed Charlie fully for the first time wide eyed, breathing too fast, hands clenched in the sheets. “You’re still awake,” Dexter said. “I’m sorry,” Charlie replied automatically. Dexter sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Up close, he looked… tired. The sharpness dulled by something heavier.

Dexter The first person I see when I step out of the elevator is my cousin, Tessa. I’m surprised at the sight of her standing next to the elevator. When she catches my eye, she flashes me a bright smile and closes the distance between us to embrace me. “Good morning,” she says before stepping back. “I thought I should come extend our invitation to lunch personally. My mom wanted to come herself but I told her she could just sit back and relax and I’d come.”

"You hit me for this? Are you serious right now, Damon?" "Wait, wait, what is going on?" Adele asked, still confused. "What is on the phone? What did he do?" Damon kept his eyes on his brother as he answered. He explained everything that Dexter had done, and when he was done he turned back to Dexter and said: “Any first-year reporter with a search engine will be able to identify him by tomorrow afternoon.” After hearing the whole story, Adele and Ivy suddenly didn't feel any sympathy for Dexter. They both glared at him.

I tried to refuse but I was pulled to Ken’s chest. “How are you?” He chuckled. “Terrible,” I mumbled, “I’m in the arms of a baboon.” “Baboon?” He asked. “Yep,” I smiled. Ken was about to say something but the bedroom door opened. We both sat up to look, and Dexter was standing there with an apple in his hand. “Can we help you?” Ken asked. “I hate to interrupt your love fest but the girls are home early,” Dexter sighed, “20 minutes here and they’re already raising hell.”