Todd Dexter Novels & Stories

Everyone except one person. Dexter. He looked at Thomas. "Why isn't there a file about me?" Thomas smiled faintly. "There is." "Where?" "You're standing on it." Dexter looked down. A small metal box was built into the floor. He crouched and opened it. Inside was a single folder. His name was written on it. He opened it. The first page contained one sentence. Dexter Lim was never supposed to discover the truth. Dexter turned the page. His eyes widened.

When I do, however, have to use the bathroom, I use it under his ever-watchful gaze, and without clothes as he prefers it that way. Each time he does, a part of me breaks, and my wolf once again disappeared after that night. The night she told me the truth about him. Dexter. It turns out it was him who spread those scandalous photos of me to the media, which in turn had be kicked out of my house, by my father and rejected by my mate. I should have known, I should have seen right through him being an alpha, yet I never thought he could be anyone other than himself. Dexter was my best friend, a person I once considered my ride or die, turned out to be a total stranger.

For a moment, I couldn't wrap my head around the situation. Mr. Lowry wasn't done, but Nathan ran over to us and pulled Mr. Lowry behind him. With feigned indignation and a hurt expression, Nathan said, "Caleb, I really don't know why you're asking me that. "Have you forgotten that I told you how I saw from the murderer's perspective that he'd organized the hundred-dollar bills in the victim's wallet by their serial numbers after he committed the crime? That's how I was able to determine the murderer suffers from severe obsessive compulsive disorder."

His heart leaps in his chest when he sees the three men walking through him to circle her figure. " No... please...nooo!!" She screams and Zander's fists clench as he sees the men touching his butterfly with their disgusting hands. Their hands reach her underwear. " You fuc"ers! Stop it bastards!" Zander screams, rushing forward to help his butterfly. To only have his hand pass through them. And he stills. This...this is a hallucination...a real one. " Stop." A voice speaks from behind and that's when the man steps into light. Zander's heart stops in his chest. He..he was the same man in the picture he saw. Ryder. I loved Ryder. Sera's words echo in his mind.

He gripped his wine glass like a lifeline. “Dad, these are the casello's brothers — Lorenzo and Alexei,” She said. “Enzo and Lex, this is my dad — Aron.” “Mr. Rumero is fine,” her dad said with a shortness that made Lilith peer at him. “I’ve always liked Mr. Rumero” Lora said, smiling as she attempted to diffuse whatever tension had built upon the arrival of both father and daughter. “I think it sounds like a superhero. But what would your superpower be, Mr. Rumero?”

“It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it. For fuck’s sake he does but what of his mate. Apart from the pain of losing a mate, she will also feel his pains while Dexter kills him. Don’t you think that will be too much for her to handle.” Maxwell nodded. “We’ll just sedate her. She won’t feel any pain that way. And besides I’m sure Reid will block her from feeling his pains and if he doesn’t, we sedate her. He really needs to die by Dexter’s hands.” Dexter is a wolf but also half vampire who have lived for thousands of years in a cave just outside the intelligence pack. He is known to kill his prey without mercy and everyone trembled at the mention of his name. Even alphas.

Their gaze cut in neat, exact cuts around them; their hands barely left the daggers each of them held. Among them, my eyes caught a figure that seemed so familiar. There was no mistaking him in the dim light-Dexter Cullen. He was the second youngest in the Cullen family, Donuovan's most trusted lieutenant, and Garrett's older brother. His presence here confirmed my suspicions: this wasn't just some casual get-together. This was a pivotal moment in their operations.

The most crucial part of what happened that day came to an end after what seemed like two days. After the man was arrested, they immediately brought him inside an interrogation room where the security was extra tight. And suddenly, his name and face was all over the news and television screens: DEAN CHAPMAN, now commonly known as The Symbol Killer. That sort of became his name for the media. So many families of his past victims protested outside the police station and outside the building of our firm, seeking for justice by requesting Chapman to be sentenced to death.