Todd Dexter Novels & Stories

Hers was a reading glass but Dexter’s were affected by his cancer. "Is there someone better than me? Terror D2. I've never been able to override any of his programming. Do you know what my dream is?" he would ask longingly, and she would stare comfortingly at him. "What is it?" "To meet him or her. Terror D2 is what I would describe as a cyber genius. It's as if cyber manipulation runs in his or her blood." At that moment, Karen thought he was just dreaming of meeting his idol. Now, she wished to be trained by whoever this Terror D2 was. She remembered that before Dexter passed away, he was trying to uncover Terror D2's identity.

Hunter looks angry and Creed doesn't look to happy either. “ he’s asking for you” Creed said pointing me to follow him “ a—asking for me?” Stuttering I step back a step unsure if it’s a good idea “ Yes, now let’s go!” He said in more of a command way then friendly I walked slowly towards the door knowing what I’ll see down there isn’t right. Walking down each step my heart was pounding louder and louder in my chest making it the only sound I could hear. When I got to the bottom of the stairs they pointed to Alex who was standing outside a cell with blood all over his hands and shirt. I covered my mouth in fear and shook my head no to moving any closer

The words felt like they were clawing their way out of me. "Marco Leonardo?" I furrowed my brows. All she did was nod in confirmation. That's was the guy I was planning to kill. I didn't even know what he looked like but I still wanted to kill, funny. I quickly left her room and went to get any computer I could see. One thing about me that most people have no idea about is that I can get what I want by just typing codes in my computer. I had to learn that for easy access of my victims.

Hunter After this enticing revelation, I was set for my next move. I had cameras all over my pack, and apparently, Tara had not been as sneaky as she thought. I have so much evidence of her doing shit that would have made me rip her head off far too many times. The only reason I haven't ripped her apart was because of her dad. I feel bad for the guy having such shitty luck. But if she thinks Im not aware of her night mingling with these two idiots I have for guards, and that I'm not aware they were screwing her, she is entirely wrong.

Don't you remember what Grandpa said in the video? Dexter's face paled as he stared at the arrogant Sean before his eyes. Aside from Dexter, only Spencer, Shane, and Matthew knew about the video in Matthew's study room. Dexter wasn't a genuine Kingston. His father was Matthew's bodyguard. The bodyguard died while protecting Matthew, and his wife was framed, resulting in her death. Only Dexter, who wasn't even a month old then, remained.

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

Many had not met Harley and were looking forward to meeting her and getting to know more about her. “Derrick was a good choice.” I said, standing. I knew that Derrick would be done soon with talking with Coral about what to expect from meeting one of her guardian wolves. Derrick was one of my mom’s guardian wolves and also Lizzie’s mate. He had helped forge the relationships between the guardian wolves and the red wolves for years.

In the future, he planned to get rid of this kid, but if they had an issue now, everyone would think he was responsible when he eventually goes missing. He was about to walk away when he saw Carrie. She had stopped stretching and was now looking at him like everyone else. So he quickly decided against walking away and turned back to Dexter. "Fine.” He looked around the ground for a moment before bending over to pick up a thin, crooked wooden stick. It was barely the length of his arm. "I'll use this," he said, giving the stick a little swish. The crowd erupted in laughter. "Is he crazy?" "Dexter is the General's son! He's been trained since birth!"

His gorgeous black head was now bloodied, his tongue dangling from his open mouth. The crowd gasped in shock. Max gripped my hand. I saw Mr. Chadwick’s fists fold in rage. The Vandals nearby circled around him, almost protectively. Ryders circled Aston. In the room, testosterone brimmed. Tattooed bikers facing each other off. “Oh, I’m sorry, I heard you like to hunt and display your kills so I thought I could bring you a fresh head,” Dexter said. His eyes were wild and psychopathic. “You think this is a joke? You’re a dead man,” Mr. Chadwick barked.

~Serena~ “You need to save Oscar!” Todd screamed. “He’s burning alive!” “You want to burn with him?” I grumbled, dropping a daggered glare at him. His knees wobbled as he met my gaze, staggering as he shook his head vigorously. “Then let’s go!” I yanked Todd out of the basement. For someone who sold drugs to teenagers and kidnapped girls from airports, he cared too much about Oscar. I guess even a guy like Todd had a heart.