Derek Cromwell Novels & Stories

Chase said, and I detected a teasing note in his words, but then he smiled at the young man. Derek smiled at the commander, his arms crossed over his chest, making his muscles seem even larger. A very light beard was beginning to grow along his chin. Despite his impressive physique and deep voice, his eyes were those of a boy, and I suspected he wasn't much older than me. "Helena, this is Derek Taylor. He's a member of the Pack, just like James and Leon." Derek looked at me, and his gaze lingered on my cleavage. At the very same moment, he lowered his eyes to my feet and said awkwardly,

Derek raised his glass. “It’s time,” he whispered. “Everything is falling into place.” Derek adjusted his tie in the mirror, a slow, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He had chosen a dark navy suit. It was sharp, expensive, trustworthy. The kind of look that screamed “I’m the stable one.” He ran a hand through his hair, imagining Noelle’s tear-streaked face. She would be vulnerable right now. Broken. Roman had done half the work for him by pulling away like a coward.

After doing this, he makes a jerking off motion with his right arm. "Calling yourself a holy man and calling this building a church does not magically transform shit. You are still the old pervert you have always been, just like this old building still has the mold and other shit that is slowly killing anyone that comes here," Derek yells at the pastor as if offended. "Well now, since the cat is out of the bag and being eaten by Haitians in Ohio, allow me to set some ground rules," Derek says, moving down the main aisle so he blocks the way for everyone as he stands right in front of the exit.

The sheer, physical gravity of his presence was overwhelming, a golden, suffocating weight that made Rose crawl into the very furthest, darkest corner of my mind, going completely silent. He looked down at me for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. Then, his gaze drifted slightly to the left, landing on Rohan’s pale, blood-stained form lying unconscious in the ditch. "He looks small like this, doesn't he?" Derek murmured, his voice entirely devoid of mockery—which somehow made it colder. "The great Commander of the Northern Guard. The man who tore down three packs to build a sanctuary. Now, he’s just a dying wolf in a ditch."

Malrick's POV Derek finished listing the fallen, speaking their names without flourish Kroll, taken in chains. Layn, killed on the dais. Bren, cut down covering the retreat. Gren, vanished before the horn. A handful of others—less prominent but still part of the original force—were added in the same flat tone. Derek sat rewrapping his bruised knuckles, staring at the dust on the floorboards. “Kroll fought like three men,” he said quietly. “They only brought him down because he refused to leave Layn’s body…he stood over her until the end.”

This was my first real meeting, and excitement rushed through me. Derek laughed quietly, running his hand through his messy hair like he was in charge. “So, you’ve heard of us,” he said proudly. “We’ve built quite a reputation everywhere.” His gaze shifted to Axel, who was still trying to catch his breath next to the table. “Why don't you sit down?” Derek said, motioning us to the table he had taken. “You and your buddy seem like you could use a drink.” Krum, the innkeeper, hurried over, his hands shaking a bit from worry as he poured ale into three cups. The mood brightened, the earlier stress fading away with Derek’s calmness, though I still felt a heaviness in my chest.

Derek was in a moment of rage while every other person was in bewilderment. They might think I’m crazy and truly, I am. I’m Lucas Anderson, the one crazy hell of a man. Author's Note: Daddy Lucas is a big deal to me! If you're interested in reading about Sebastian, Henry, and Derek's story, here's the list. Sebastian Drew: The CEO's Secret Henry Salvatore: The CEO's Seduction Derek Miller: The CEO's unwanted bride (We can also call it the conquer of the King of Playboys: it's my favorite book after this one)

he commented. “That’s why I’m a private detective.” “And what else do you know about me?” “You changed you name from Konrad Simelosky to Thomas Cromwell,” I told him. “You probably got the idea from Vasily Kutziyez’s CD collection. Jethro Tull was an English agricultural pioneer as well as the name of the famous British rock band. Englebert Humperdink was a 19th century composer as well as being a singer from the 1960s.”

“Damn, that slimy bastard ain’t gonna rest or would he? *** Derek Hampton, the Director of Operation at CULID Beverages. He was supposed to be the next in line to succeed Mr. Wesley according to the company policy. Derek had for long prepared himself for that position just for it to be handed over to Denzel at the last minute. He felt heartbroken and cheated. He protested Denzel’s capability to run the company since he had prior experience in corporate and business management but it seemed Mr. Wesley had pulled a few strings and Denzel was voted in as the CEO by the board members.

I said to her but she didn’t look as though she trusted him, she looked like she was having some internal conflict and wouldn’t say anything. “I’m sorry Your Highness, but he’s from Ravenclaw,” she said. “It’s fine Simone, he’s not been with Ravenclaw in over 8 solid years,” I said and she gave me another look while I nodded it’s fine and she began to set up her laptop. “Here, Derek only has ten spies that work with him to pull the crescent pack down by giving him information, but you would be surprised some of them are,” she said to me as she handed the laptop to me.