Isaak Sirko Dexter Novels & Stories

He mouthed. I nodded lightly and turned away slowly. “I must say, it's nice seeing you in person. I knew Kylian always had his eyes on attractive women,” “I'm sorry, but who are you? What's your name? I can't seem to recognize you,” I interrupted, itching my hair in discomfort. “We have never met before, but I'm Dexter by the way,” he extended his hands for a shake. I could have sworn I had seen him somewhere but I didn't know where. His eyes and facial features were oddly too familiar to believe him.

"Tired of the beast yet?" "Actually, I gave Santiago the full makeover. Left just enough scruff on his face to tickle me in all the right places." Isaac turned his back on Derek, facing Santiago. He ran his fingers over Santiago's jaw, tracing the line to his chin. When Santiago playfully nipped at his thumb, Isaac laughed. Without looking back at Derek, he added, "Just so you know, Derek, real men know how to get on their knees, too." The burn was lethal. Derek opened his mouth to retort, likely something about Santiago’s lack of finesse, when Isaac turned back around.

Several men dressed in expensive suits sat around the long table discussing among themselves before immediately standing up the second Dexter entered. “Mr. El Camino.” One of them smiled stretching his hand out. “Finally.” “My apologies for keeping you waiting.” Dexter shook his hand calmly. One of the biggest investors in Vegas. The older man laughed lightly. “No problem at all.” His eyes shifted toward me. “This is my assistant,” Dexter said before I could speak. I gave a polite nod. “Mia Roberts sir.” “Hmmm, nice to meet you young lady.” “You too sir,” I replied. “I see you are among the lucky ones working with this fine man here.” He smiled at Dexter.

Definitely a werewolf, and from the power oozing of him she knew he was a Beta. He was handsome with black long hair, and dark green eyes that held amusement as he ran his gaze down Serena. "Chill. I can hear your heartbeat from here. I'm just here because grandma Felicia told me to come." He smiled and she knew he was only trying to make her scared on purpose. "Ok." she mumbled suspiciously. "What do you need?" "My name is Isaac and I am also a servant here. We could be friends if you'd learn to stop being scared." Isaac smirked and it did nothing to calm her down but she raised her brows in response.

"Each one's after what they can get from the other. When they're done, they'll turn on each other — betray each other. Just wait." "I don't care how it ends between them," I snapped. "I care about one thing: that you two are back here tonight." "Daisy probably has better luck with Dexter than I did with Xavier," Isla said with a touch of exasperation. "Dexter still wants her. The wolves here treat her like their queen. I'm guessing Dexter doesn’t like that. Whatever his game is, one thing's clear: he wants her back."

“I must go now. But everything is alright, correct? You don’t need anything? You’ve settled in well?” “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks.” Ambrose takes a step but my words stop him in his tracks. “Could you tell me his name? The name of the man whose life I’m going to ruin?” “Not necessarily his life,” Ambrose corrects. “More like his criminal career. And his name is Dexter. Dexter Russell. Everyone knows him simply as Dex, though.” I nod. “Thank you.” I move closer to the group, my empty paper cup in my hand still. I have to find a way of discarding it. The man’s name doesn’t leave my mind, not for a second. I keep thinking about him and trying to imagine his face but fail.

He looks older than us. " Iam Sydney Marin and she's Leona Lewis. You can tell our species from our uniform. So what about you?" I asked seeing his black uniform. " A warlock. A third-year student but you can call me Issac," he smiled charmingly brushing his fallen hair on his forehead. " Okay, Issac. Iam happy to have you in our group but I have a doubt. You are a third-year student then why are you..." I trailed off when he explained the reason before I finish my question.

it was almost night time. Standing right in front of the matte black mansion, they made a plan. The door is pushed open and Maddox stepped in with his sister and a cousin, Caden. Sasha appeared out of nowhere. "Welcome...Maddox Dasher..." she said in an elongated sentence. "Is he here?" Maddox became all unaware. Sasha knitted her eyebrows in confusion and asked, "Are you not Maddox Dasher?" "Do I look like that asshole to you?" he faked an aggressive face.

"Buddy, you ready for war." "I am always reading to kill, maim and destroy." "Good, we need to get those kids back." With Dexter in partial control, we headed downstairs. Giving Dexter even partial control was never easy. He had zero remorse, zero empathy. All he cared about was his kill count. 7,965. Two of Victoria's friends had already arrived. They were creepy as fuck. "Beta Maddox, this is lieutenant Daniel Micheals and Captain Carter Morris," Victoria spoke coldly like her soul was dead.