Derek Delgado Shameless Novels & Stories

Damon still didn't believe anything that he said because they all sounded like a lie to him. Every word that came out of Shayla’s dad's mouth sounded like a lie to Damon. “Derek, Stop pretending to be a saint here and a good dad because both of us know that you are not close to being one. I have known you longer than any other person in this pack, and I know all your secrets, so take off the stupid mask and speak to me like the Derek I know.” Shayla’s dad was hoping to sound like a good person so that things would go smoothly and the conversation would go well, but he never expected Damon to be very spot-on; he had no other choice but to switch to his no-more personality and stop trying to b

“Fake? What do you mean by that?” “For all I know, this could just be a ploy by you to squeeze money out of me. Perhaps the money I offered you was too small and that was why you felt insulted, so now you are here for the real deal. If that’s the case, just come clean and tell me how much you want. There’s no need to cook up this story about you being pregnant, and there’s no need for the dramatics either. I’m not one of your F******k audiences, or YouTube or whatever.” In all of her life, Rachel had never felt so humiliated as this before. Derek was literally wiping the floor with her and making her feel like a shameless groupie begging for his attention and money.

“You’re delusional. Blackmail? Really? All because I turned you down one too many times? You’ve sunk this low over rumors and lies you think you overheard.” He chuckled darkly, leaning back in his chair. “Deny it all you want, sweetheart. I know the truth. You spread those pretty thighs for them. You let them fuck you senseless, fill every single hole, cover you in their cum. It’s filthy. Disgusting. Nasty. Pure taboo.” “Please.” Delilah scoffed, arching a perfectly shaped brow. “Coming from you—the man who owns a sex club? That’s rich. Don’t be a hypocrite and a bigot, Armani. At least own your own perversions before pointing acussing fingers.”

I shook my head, "You keep hiding it all to yourself." "Abby, I... I don't understand what you're talking about." "You don't understand? Huh?" I scoffed. "Tell me, Delilah, what's so confusing about what I just said? You're a prostitute, Delilah." "I'm not a prostitute." "Then prove to me why you are putting on that outfit. Or would I say, you're a stripper, aren't you? Camila?" She took her gaze off mine, shame stained her face as she stared down at her fingers. "I didn't want you to find out this way."

The cab smelled like old cigarettes and fast food. I kept my knees pressed together, arms crossed over my chest, staring straight ahead. The familiar shame of my body hitting home. Again, stupid Derek popped into my head. How I'd unveiled every inch of myself to him. I said I wanted Jason to fuck me, but deep down part of me was relieved that he never tried. That I'd gotten to share my biggest shame with my bully of a husband and only him. He wasn't a bully though. He was, fuck… a lot of things. A complicated, sexy devil man who knew how to satisfy a—

Samantha This week was fast and uneventful surprising my step mother believed all the shitty crappy lies I told her or so I think. For chole she has been minding her business and giving me looks that says I know what you are up to and am coming for you. Right now I was receiving a call from a rude client or should I say mr DiCaprio girlfriend. In her dreams. you too bitch,my subconscious said. "Ma please am sorry but how am I supposed to know you are his girlfriend"I said not feeling sorry at all.

He stood there for a second and left the room, closing the door with a bang. The second the door closed my body collapsed to the ground and I started sobbing with anger, hurt, and shame. How can he treat me like this when he has a girlfriend? What does he think about me? Am I going to be his shame forever? I don't want to live like this and I definitely don't want to be a second option.

She scoffed, “Everyone knows Demetrio DeLeon doesn’t do charity with his business.” It was really making me mad how they were convinced Diana and I couldn’t have gotten here on our own. They were right but fuck them. I walked past Valentina for the mirror, fluffing my blonde curls when I got to it. “He doesn’t, but when it comes to certain people in his life…” I faced the bitches again. “He does.” Valentina’s friend let out another scoff while Valentina had a twitch at the corner of her eye. I was enjoying myself.

The video showed her silver-blonde head bowed, her lips stretched around me and her eyes fluttering shut in what could only be read as pleasure. I held it up and she froze mid-step. “Look at you, taking my cock so eagerly and enjoying it like a perfect little slut. Who knew?” Her face crumpled in shock, shame and raw panic all twisted into one. She reached for the phone and I lifted it higher.

He would rather not let such a mistake repeat itself again. "I guess I shouldn't have signed the consent form. That was the worst mistake I ever made. For once, I thought I would be appreciated but I guess I was wrong. What did I get in return? The same Derek that wasn't there with you when you needed him the most has suddenly become a saint," like a pathetic widow, Dexter lamented bitterly. He had wanted his Father's ranting and just walked away like a perfect gentleman. But somehow, the pain sunk right into his skin that he can't ignore.