Isaak Sirko Dexter Novels & Stories

“So what’s your point?” “Your father doesn't want you to fail, but it turns out you are as dumb as a box of rocks. So Bella, if you want me to level up your score, tell me everything about Dexter.” Bella rolled her eyes and stood up straight. “What the hell do you need to know about him? He’s just some recently transferred student at the school.” Ste-phen nodded. “Go on.” “Dexter Luther is a dancer, the leader of the Crystal Dancing Group. I heard his father is a billionaire in California. Uhm… what else?” Bella thought for a moment. “He’s just a rich bastard.”

After that, she spoke up, “Hello. May I know who this is?” Isaac spoke politely from the other end of the line, “Is this Madam Yashita Harker?” “Yes, this is she. Who are you?” Isaac hurriedly said, “Hello, Madam Harker. Let me introduce myself. My name is Isaac Cameron, and I’m the person in charge of the Wade family in Aurous Hill.”

Flasback The door bell rang. Dexter was asleep and didn't want to get the door. He thought it was one of his friends. When the person at the door kept ringing the bell, he angrily went to the door. When he opened it, his jaw literally fell to the floor. Never in his wildest dreams did Dexter expect this idol to appear in front of his house. "Uhmm, good-good morning sir", he stuttered. "Hello Dexter", Mr. Siromani replied with a smile.

Isabel turned to Daniel, the current alpha of the Greenwood pack and also exchanged a handshake with him, indicating the beginning of a new and united era between the packs. Not used to the joyous laughters and ecstatic applause coming from the small crowd, Isabel said goodbye and exited the house. “In the end, my suggestion was the best decision.” Dylan said to his dad. His face wore a smug expression, causing Desmond to give his second son a fake glare. Dylan and Daniel laughed at their dad’s attitude to defeat.

Dwght placed his elbows on the table, putting his chin above the back of his hands and chirpily said, "Talking about FUNNY, isn't protecting someone, when you don't like her enough to do so, is it also COMICAL?" This time, instead of retorting quickly, Isaac took a second glance at her, then back to Dwight. "If you are afraid to die for my sister, don't worry. Big bro is a great fighter. You can hide behind my back and drink your milk." Based on age, Dwight indeed is older than Isaac. But on fighting skills, even Brett will agree that Isaac will be hard to deal with, especially when he was in his werewolf form. Isaac was originally an Alpha after all. But if he had to fight using his human

i inform "Wow your a witch huh so cool I've never met another supernatural species before" izzy says with a girly squeal "Hi im Isabella black but you can call me izzy I'm also alessandro's aunt, its nice to meet you sage i think we'll make great friends. She says "Hi Izzy I'm Sage harper" sage replies

I said. "Meg, I want to be with your brother even for a while, and I wish you will give me a chance to be with Dexter," Oscar whispered, and I couldn't stop myself from grinning at him. "I am sorry, Oscar, my brother's heart already belonged to Isabelle," I said in more than a whisper because I didn't want Dexter to hear us talking about him and the love of his life.

I admitted candidly. "Darick isn't an open book like Viktor,” Isabella started. “He's reserved and doesn't let his feelings show. He carries a lot of weight on his shoulders as the Blood Brothers' leader, but he is protective. The fact that he fought Amon and killed Godfrey says a lot about how he feels for you, and I've never seen him do that with anyone." Isabella's demeanor had changed from playful to serious. A red leaf fell out of the tree and onto the table.

"Look it was my ex, and we just broke up cause I found out that he was cheating on me, I know I may have made some mistakes in the past which may have contributed to you being frauded but please believe me, sir, I'm not in this with him." The man sighs deeply, caressing his temple as he mutters some words to himself. "It's Dexter…" he says. Confused, I ask, "Excuse me?" "My name, it's Dexter, stop calling me sir," Dexter says as he makes his way back to his seat. For a small period, the room falls into a dead silence; one could hear a pin drop. "Whatever it is, I've already paid the price for a Miss Vida so you have to do what you should, even if you take this to the police I won't be held a

Kiara was the first to sense them, and she rose with a hand on her blade, only to relax as she recognized the figures in the dark. “Jacob? Edward?” she called out, and the brothers emerged from the forest trail, their faces drawn with exhaustion but lit by purpose. Behind them walked a familiar figure—Serena’s father—and beside him, a cloaked woman with silver-blonde hair braided down her back. Her eyes, though youthful, held centuries of knowledge. “You’re late,” Alexandro said, but his voice lacked bitterness. Only relief remained. “I had to find her,” the old man said simply, gesturing to the cloaked woman. “This is Ysolde. The witch who cast the forgetting spell on Serena when she was a