Todd Dexter Novels & Stories

After all, everyone agreed he was the most outstanding member of the Layton family after Spencer. He wasn't satisfied with just that, though. What he wanted was to make Spencer grovel at his feet. He wanted to be better than Spencer, not second-best. Even though he'd accidentally found out that he wasn't Tucker's son and didn't have a drop of Layton blood in him, he hadn't given up on fighting Spencer. On the contrary, it had strengthened his desire to usurp Spencer's position. … At 4:45 pm, a black Mercedes-Benz G Class sped out of the tunnel. The inside of the car immediately lit up. Dexter's men, who were supposed to be waiting at the tunnel's exit, were nowhere in sight.

Dexter Norman returned to his bedroom with a single-minded resolve—he was leaving the Norman family mansion for good. At just eleven years old, he moved with a quiet determination far beyond his years. He slipped a few possessions into his small backpack, along with whatever allowance and gift money he had saved. To anyone else his age, it would have been a terrifying leap into the unknown. But Dexter had long since learned to rely on himself.

So good, that he even turned her into his pawn. Stacy takes in the look on my face. "You also think I'm stupid right".? "No, I...". "It's fine". She cut me off. "Even if you refuse to admit it, I know for a fact that I was stupid and not stupid in love but stupidly obsessed and a fool. But, thank God for you". I may sound like one of the Sherlock siblings right now but listen to this. How come Dexter is connected to the death of Stacey's parents? How come he still has that pen, instead of doing away with it?

Looking at Tadhg Walter is still so young, he can do it, he is probably a world of medicine gods. Young talent is high, hundreds of years are rare. Derek Alexander is resolved except for all of the toxins, for Tadhg Walter is extremely thankful, grateful. Just, Tadhg Walter he self harmed into himself, the mysterious killer will not forget over for him. Insect poison is the first kind of poison one in, the person who can detoxify the more is the talent high smart. But, however, Tadhg Walter is a talented doctor, still not as strong as the mysterious killer.

He asked breathlessly. "I am going to protect those I love." • • • "Thanks for coming, Dex." Asher whispered to him, his tone nervous. Dexter was a lawyer, he knew that when people were nervous, they were about to confess to him. But seriously, in a park? With his kids? He hadn't been in a good mood since everything that happened with Zoey, her words still played in the back of his head. The stares of people which indirectly told him that.

"She didn't even know I was her true mate." I stepped forward but didn't speak. What could I say to a man who seemed like he had lost the only thing that mattered to him? I was bracing for him to go berserk and strike, but then, behind him, a strange sound caught my attention. Branches were cracking, and I also heard careful steps punching into the soft earth. We turned and saw Dexter emerging from the shadows. His armour was clean. It had no bloodstains, dirt, or sweat marks. He stood tall, refusing to fade into the background. He didn't look at Xavier. Didn't look at me or Zordon. His gaze fell straight to Kendra's lifeless body.

It was not normal. Dexter continued to browse the news while complaining. After a while, he saw a piece of breaking news—Five assassins from Corps D'elite were arrested! “This…” Dexter quickly showed Terrell his phone. “Dad, look at this news. Are Uncle Wayne and other people arrested?” Terrell glanced at the photo on the phone and immediately recognized them. Dexter was right. It was the five people sent out last night. He did not speak, but he was actually very surprised. Who was Thomas? He could even subdue the five assassins from Corps D'elite.

Too much of a prisoner. I powered it on. The screen lit up immediately, A message popped up and I jumped with fear from an unknown number. I didn't bother who thought who it was I already knew, it was Alpha Dexter and he was tired of waiting. “I need information little wolf, I didn't send you there for a honeymoon, I need something, or dead daddy loses more than a finger.” I fall to the floor, my dad has already lost a finger, who tortures an old man. Dexter was an animal an evil being.

“Xander’s in the courtyard—he’s been calling for you.” The courtyard was cold and silent as I arrived—not a moonlight meeting. Xander waited, cloak flowing. Guard ring tight, eyes anxious. He strode forward the moment I stepped on cobblestones. Behind him, Lydia held a rag to my side. My blood-stained cloth. “You found him,” his voice pitched low, urgent. “He spoke,” I said, voice clipped. “Dexter Webb—ordering hits.” Surprise flashed in his eyes. “They’ve been quiet for months.”

I only nod as I walk towards the opening, the scent of dried blood hits my nose and I stop, I turn to Beta Catherine, “call the counsel, I want someone down here now, theirs dried blood inside here.” She does as she told and I walk inside, my eyes adjust quickly to the darkness and I can’t believe what I’m seeing, it looks like a BDSM den and then I remember the file and what Dimitri said about what I thought was an account number. I look over at him and he’s shaking his head. I look up at the walls and see camera’s facing the wall of horror that dawns chains, whips, handcuffs and an assortment of other items I don’t want to know what they’re used for. I look around the room and see a desk