Todd Dexter Novels & Stories

I’d get my seat back, Zara, and down to every last thing he had taken from me. “Leo? Was that his name?” Dexter knitted his brows like he was in deep thought. “What? Do you know Leo?” I asked, glancing at him. “Not really. But I know Brad Wesley, and he had a son years ago who looked just like Leo does.” He looked at the screen one more time. “In fact, now that I look at him very well, I’m sure he’s the one. Nathan Wesley, Brad’s son. He has to be the one.” Dexter nodded confidently.

Troy Quinn found Dexter Maree’s frozen body behind a tree the next morning. She hadn’t said a word about her father or Xander for the rest of the night. After I braided her hair, she curled into a tight little ball and rocked herself to sleep. I wished it were someone else who found Dexter’s corpse. Strong as she was, as easy as she could shake off trauma, even Quinn had her breaking point, and I had the unsettling feeling that she would reach it soon.

Right then, Dexter's expression was particularly serious when he said, "No. I looked into his movements over the past two days. "Other than going between the store and home, the only time he went anywhere else was to a supermarket near the store to buy two ice creams. After work, he went straight home to play games as usual. There was nothing suspicious about his behavior." Angela frowned deeply. "Have you found the friend who tempted him to go drinking?" "His name is Dylan Burch. He's being brought here right now. He probably figured out that you and I would come looking for him, so he tried to run in advance," Dexter said.

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

He walked back to his desk and picked up a small letter opener. He twirled the blade between his fingers. "But for a child to have no wolf at all... that’s rare. Either you truly are defective, or something is being hidden from you." "I’ll prove it to you," I insisted. "I’m not some ordinary human. I just need someone who doesn't look at me like I’m trash so I can find out what’s wrong with my body." Dexter stabbed the tip of the blade into the wooden surface of his desk. "I’m no saint, Ruby. I don't care about your tragic backstory. But I hate it when people try to swindle me by sending broken property."

Different number. I silenced it. Went back to reviewing contracts. At 2 PM, I had a break between meetings. Went to get coffee from the break room down the hall. That's when I heard them. Two junior staff members. "Did you hear? Dexter has a kid." "No way. Are you serious?" "Yeah. Like a whole secret son. That's why he was gone for so long." I stopped. "With who?" "I don't know. Someone said it was that designer. The one from the ISMARA launch. Isabella Moretti."

"I know you've created some new zombies, but they're nothing before me! Surrender now, and you'll suffer less." Indeed, Dexter was a corpse controller who could transform dead bodies into zombies. Most corpse controllers were actually righteous practitioners, but Dexter's twisted mind had led him down a dark path. His murder count was highest among the Aces because of his obsession with zombie creation. He would regularly experiment on living people and even children, so his crimes were truly unforgivable. Dexter pulled out a bell. With a shake, four figures appeared. "Mr. Hunter, I can guarantee with absolute certainty that none of you are leaving here alive!"

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.

I look up to see staring at me my like I have just suddenly grow two heads. "Thanks for letting me use your bathroom Xavier." A familiar voice calls and a door I guess is the bathroom open to reveal a very familiar figure tying a towel. Wait isn't that... "Tom" I call out loud. is something wrong with my eyes? Aren't I sober already? "Jerry." He familiar guy chokes, face hitting up. It really is Jordan. Wait....since when did Jordan became gay. He–and Xavier. .. "Its not what you think." Jordan quickly says. My eyes moving between him an Xavier.

Xander scoffed, rising from the couch and tucking his hands into his pockets. "Let me ask you something, brother," Xander said as he approached Dexter. "Who do you think did that to James and his friends?" Dexter’s eyes widened slightly as realization struck. "Just give up on the boy, Dexter." Xander said and head to his room upstairs. Dexter sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. Grabbing his jacket, he stormed out of the apartment. ******** "I need this job," Twilight begged the middle-aged man who gave her a snobby look. "Please."