Isaak Sirko Dexter Novels & Stories

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

He calmly exited just like he had come in. Isaac really can be quite influential and upper helpful, though you’d never know it if you didn’t know who he was. According to Isaac, a judge, who is a friend to the deputy major for housing and economic development, had signed of on it, apparently and it is safe to assume he is also in on it.

“You’re not disposable. Not to me.” We stood there, both of us too stubborn to back down, too proud to admit how far we’d fallen into each other’s gravity. And then a soft knock interrupted us. A maid peeked in gently. “Miss De Luca… Isla is awake.” I nodded, swallowing hard. “I’ll be right there.” Damon stepped back, his hand falling away from mine slowly. “I’ll come with you.” I stared at him. “You don’t have to.” “I want to.”

Alexis said all together, her person was cold and aloof as she talked. "Alexis, your former stepmother had a backer, and her backer is the Deputy Inspector General of Police, he is just one step away from the peak of his career, the EFCC won't be that hard for him to reach." Tommy said trying to make Alexis come back to his senses.

My mother harrumphed from the kitchen and the whole peanut gallery now sitting at the island snickered. “Yeah, Dad.” Nat shot back at me. Shaking my head, I turned to walk back to the door as I heard a call pull up. “She said company Nat, not family.” Opening the door, I saw Derek shaking hands with Zeus. Zeus brought his fiancé, Gabby, who happened to be a werewolf from Bucho’s pack. Derek had also brought his mate. They walked up the steps and I shook Zeus’ hand while pulling Derek into a hug.

Dexter, a blonde haired man in his mid twenties whispered to Ryder who had his arms crossed over his chest. He was Jayden's Gamma, third in command while Ryder, Jayden's Beta who was also in his mid twenties was the second in command. “ Why don't you go ask him yourself ” Ryder answered without looking at him. “ What ? Do you want him to snap my neck into two ” Dexter said all the while staring at Jayden who sat at the back seat. His eyes were closed but he wasn't sleeping. “ But he told you not me ” Dexter said again and Ryder rolled his eyes.

“Your voices are different. And you two smell different.” She looked at the butler next. “Hi, I’m Xanthe.” Ajax bowed politely. “Ajax Bosque, servant and butler of the House of Lancaster. It is an honor to meet you, my Lady.” Isis instantly grabbed her hand away from Ajax’s and pulled her behind him. “Stop smiling at them,” Isis said, annoyed. “You should only look at me.” Ajax chuckled. “My Lord, how selfish of you.” “She’s mine,” Isis snapped.

“It’s bad, but Marcus has dealt with bad before. They’ll handle it.” She stands up and says, “Come help me clear the table. Tyler.” Tyler appears from the corridor with the guilty speed of someone who was standing close enough to hear. “Kitchen,” she says pleasantly. “All three of us.” We clear the table. Tyler carries things in, Selene directs while I move back and forth on autopilot. After the second trip Tyler clearly decides he has fulfilled his social contract and mentions something about a save point in whatever he’s been playing, and Selene waves him off.

Aleksander couldn't help smiling as his eyes went back to the radar. "I don't have an issue since I didn't commit myself to her," Dax said defensively. "If there's one thing that can bring me back there is to discover the truth about Izabella..." "Ah, I see. Is that why you tried to be close to her?" Marlo queried. "What about Izabella?" Aleksander asked with his eyes on the radar. "I don't think she's that human..." Dax replied. "Oh, yeah," Marlo agreed. "Did you get back your black hanky?"

The assassin faltered—eyes widening. “Answer—or die.” I advanced. He spat blood. “Orders. You. By morning. From the spider.” The spider. No one in my world ever called names aloud. Someone was amping the game. “Orders from whom?” My voice low, sharp. He coughed. “Dexter Webb.” No god in heaven. The name slammed into my chest. Rogue mastermind, exiled leader, twisted mind. Nothing about him was subtle. And now he was playing chess with my life.