Derek Delgado Shameless Novels & Stories

VITALI’S POV: The sound of a man begging for his life is both exquisite and annoying. I stared down blankly at Derek, or so his name was, begging pathetically for his worthless life, like the annoying piece of shit he is. I don't even know why they try. There was no other way out for them. For men like Derek. All they had to do was pay up their debt and by doing so, they made my job less annoying with their bloody pleas.

The ash of the fake Shaman still lingered in the air, but the true stench in the council chamber was Derek’s desperation. With his political play shattered and the illusion of my "obsession" exposed as a cheap glamour, he scrambled backward against the wall. The elders stared at him with disgust. Even his father, Alpha Richard, looked at his son with a mix of fury and profound embarrassment. "You absolute fool," Richard hissed, gripping Derek’s good shoulder so hard he nearly tore the fabric. "You dragged our pack into a treasonous lie based on a forged diary? You embarrassed our bloodline in front of the High Council!"

“I’ll never forgive you.” I trembled, clutching my bag against me like a shield. The test result pressed hard against my palm inside, a secret I wasn’t ready to share—not now, not like this. “Adrian, please,” I whispered. “I just… I just wanted to see you happy.” His laugh was bitter, sharp as broken glass. “Happy? By humiliating me? Happy? With you?” “I—I only wanted to surprise you. I thought you’d be happy.” “Happy?” He gave a bitter laugh, his mouth twisted cruelly. “The only thing I felt when you walked into that building was shame.” My heart dropped.

“DAMN…!!!” Derek cursed and I shook my head as I watched him struggling from the kitchen. Apparently, the sex at the beach day was my last day here, but then later, Mr. Derek Shepherd, cunningly convinced me into staying here for a few more days because he hasn’t gotten enough of his shares from me. It felt so sweet at that time, but later only I realized that he was asking for more sex indirectly. PERVERT And now, he has brought a huge LED for us to watch a movie together.

Derek was trying to get Selena to talk. Selena glanced at Damian hesitantly, she didn't know what she should answer and say. "You can say whatever you want, I won't let him hurt you." Damian returned Selena's gaze, trying to give her a free hand. "We're not siblings," Selena replied shortly, she just wanted to make that clear. Derek then laughed at that. However, from his laughter he sounded annoyed and to vent his annoyance he kicked a nearby table with such force that it toppled over and its contents fell apart. It made a very loud noise.

Derek spoke for the first time. Knowing Derek wasn't one to be messed with, James withdrew his hand and could only glare at Gemma, swearing to deal with her the moment they got home. “How shameless can you be? I thought you were pure. How could you cheat with another man behind my back?” Daniel who had been by the side all along, finally found his moment. “Shameless? I can't compare to you dare husband. Your shamelessness is on another level,” she taunted him “What do you mean?” Daniel asked, could it be that she found out? He couldn't help but wonder.

he smiled cruelly, "did you enjoy what just happened now? Of cause you did, seeing how you were moaning shamelessly, does he make you moan as I did?" Kathleen struggled with his hands on her throat and suddenly he released her, her throat burned and she coughed, tears streaming down her cheeks, "no Derek, I won't allow you to make fun of what we shared, you can insult me, I can take it but please do not insult what we have together". His laughter was scornful, "what we shared? It wasn't anything special, I had you just as easy as I can have any other whore"

He’d see how naturally these two connected. .......... Meanwhile… Shelda still couldn’t recover from what happened inside the church yesterday. Shame clung to her like a second skin. She no longer knew how to face people after the humiliation Dixal had caused her. What made it worse was realizing—too late—that the man standing with her at the altar wasn’t even Dixal. She only discovered the truth when Dix rushed out of the church. She felt like the biggest fool alive. He had tricked her countless times before, but nothing compared to this public humiliation. She endured people’s judgment when he walked away from their engagement in Germany—only for his twin to impersonate him on her wedding

"It's over, Derek. I am not doing this with you again." Derek didn't look bothered at all. He just let out a low, mocking laugh, turning his attention back to the road. "Sure. I’ve heard that before." A cold, heavy knot twisted in my stomach. Hearing his laugh made the shame wash over me all over again. Deep down, I knew exactly what he was thinking. He thought I was cheap. He thought all it took was a little physical pressure and a forced kiss to make me forget how he had humiliated me. I shouldn't have let him touch me. I was so incredibly cheap and worthless, proving my mother's toxic words right with every single mistake I made.

A cheater, a gold digger, a shameless whore. A wave of disgust swept over me, witnessing her shameless display. Each exposed inch seemed to amplify the betrayal, a stark reminder of her disregard for any semblance of decency. She wasn't just tarnishing herself; she was sullying the very essence of trust and commitment. Anger boiled within me, fueled by the blatant disrespect of love, only after money, and acting shamelessly. A total disgrace. I couldn't stand her, playing games for her own benefit, using people like that. Just downright awful.