Derek Cromwell Novels & Stories

Chloe suggested and looked at others for approval and they all agreed happily and Sebastien increased the pressure on the pedal leaving the car at speed ----- Derek was sitting in his office, reading an email he had received about internal information of Thomas & Co when a knock on the door was heard, he glanced at his secretary who stepped into his room and stood in front of him, holding a file in his hand which he kept on the glass of his desk, reaching his hand to the file Derek looked at him questioningly Inside the file was the CV and documents of a person

“Leave the sermon till Sunday, Priest” Derek and I are particularly the closest among the four of us, even though we’re three now. Yet, during the past years, the three of us have endeavor to meet once in a while to talk about business and life in general, and we always love our meetings. Of the three of us, Derek is the womanizer with the plus added to it. He dates any type of lady that comes his way, any girl, as long as he wants the girl, he goes for it and makes sure he wins her over, and once he’s done, he’ll move on. Henry is the reserved and conservative one, always looking for how to resolve an issue even when he’s not needed.

"I just found this out not long ago. Willie was way too arrogant and bossy, totally not acting like a chamber of commerce president." Jasper went on, "The Norfolk Chamber was probably still under Bradley Perez's control. He was with me back when we followed Sir Cromwell. But there was this one time Sir Cromwell went out and got into a car accident. The weird thing was, only he and I knew about his plans, and he took a small road. Somehow, he just happened to run into a car. Later, they said the driver was drunk, and Sir Cromwell didn't make it." He sounded really emotional as he said this.

“Only if I had listened to Mother. If I had, I wouldn’t be in the mess I’m in now, and Kelly would be alive at the very least. I . . . I really am starting to believe Dawson had come here to . . .” He didn’t have to finish the sentence. Catherine knew what he was getting at. She approached him. “I am, too. Derek is a well-known player - way more than Trevor Hudson ever was these days. As far as I know, Trevor never seduced a married woman or any of his girlfriends’ mothers. Having a child would put a slight crimp in Derek’s lifestyle, I’m sure. Rumors in ballrooms have it his parents are becoming more than a little embarrassed by his behavior – especially at his age. I think he’s the same ag

He coughed lightly and asked, "Do you have any anti-wolfsbane drugs?" "Yes, of course. Do you know what they call me?" Derek sized up the middle-aged man in front of him, who appeared to be in his forties, with few wrinkles, a love for smiling, and a sly merchant's look. "No idea." "I'm called the Living Dead." "I get it," Rolf interjected from somewhere. Derek, somewhat exasperated, pulled Rolf aside and continued, "Never heard of it. What kind of medicine do you have?"

"Cromwell Legacy does not negotiate with minor shareholders who lack vision. If you aren't with us, you are in our way." ​A reporter shouted a question. "Mr. Cromwell, rumors say your recovery was a miracle. How are you feeling?" ​Luke leaned into the mic, a small, conceited smirk playing on his lips. "I feel like myself again. And 'miracles' are for people who can't afford the best doctors. Next question." ​I stood in the back, frozen. I felt a wave of nausea. He sounded... cruel. Vain. The man who told me that money doesn't make sense was now mocking people for not having enough of it.

he took his seat and appreciated him. “Good afternoon, Mr. Wilson. Good afternoon, Supreme Commander. You sent for me,” Derek announced when he walked in. He was one of the youths who refused to stay back in Mina Ray, after the war but insisted on leaving with King Wilson. That was why he was disturbed when Kelvin was harassing him the previous day. The Supreme Commander was pleased to see him and he said in response, “Wow! Derek. You are now a big boy.” He smiled shyly and responded, “Thank you, Supreme Commander,”

"But wait... he said you could sleep with his teammates and he wouldn't care?" "Yeah. The only one he forbid was some rival. Derek Coleman." Camila’s eyes went wide. She whipped out her slate, fingers flying. "Found him! Derek Coleman. Lead Enforcer for the Northern Warhawks. He looks like he eats raw iron for breakfast, but damn, he’s a mountain of a man." She turned the screen. The man in the image was massive, his beard thick, his eyes the color of a frozen lake. "He looks terrifying, Camila. Even Santiago is shaking in his skates."

I argued giving him a pointed look but Yurik was as stubborn as an ox once he set his mind on something. "Oh, you're one of those bosses who want experienced workers but won't give non- experienced workers the chance to gain the experience they need to find work so how is anybody ever supposed to find work if no one is willing to give them a chance." Yurik rambled on and I looked at him in utter confusion. My brain nearly malfunctioned. "Are you on crack?" I asked slowly. "Dominic," he sighed and him calling me by my full name told me he was serious. "You can't tell me that you don't see potential in her. She's exactly what we need."

Minutes later, the front door opened and Daniel Carter stepped inside; a tall, warm-looking man in his early thirties, dressed in an expensive navy coat. The twins squealed. “Uncle Daniel!” He grinned and hugged them before walking over to Alex and his parents. Daniel shook Mr. Cromwell’s hand gently. “Alex told me what happened this morning. You gave us a scare sir” Mr. Cromwell chuckled weakly. “Still alive. Much to my son’s stress.” Daniel laughed, then sat down with them. After exchanging greetings and a few jokes about old times, Daniel leaned back. “Alex, your firm,Cromwell & Partners. We need you.”