Derek Frost Novels & Stories

it was Derek. Derek got out of his car and begin to walk towards Fuoco. With Every step that he took towards her, Fuoco got uneasy. The flashback of what happened in the past, what Derek do to her, begin to come back to her. Those memories weren't pleasant ones, that's why her mood was turned off. She could feel her senses becoming alert and she was not being able to explain to herself why she was experiencing that feeling when she had already decided to leave those things in the past and give him one more chance. She had no grudges left in her heart for him. She had forgiven him for what he did to her because he did all of that due to bad influence, but somehow that feeling of uneasiness af

“ I did not know that Sir was a stalker as well, do I need to start looking over my shoulder lest someone stabs me in the back?” She finally raised her head and stared at Derek, today he has dyed his hair in a sunny yellow making him look like an omelette head but with his sharp cheekbones and cruelly cut face that looked as handsome as it looked dangerous, he was able to pull that colour off exceptionally well. Something that she didn’t expect at all.

Taylor asked the dashing dude who was gawking at him. Derek cleared his throat self-consciously, trying to recover from his initial shock. “Um, I’m here to see Rachel.” “And who are you?” Derek blinked, surprised by the guy’s audacity. Who was he, by the way? Rachel’s boyfriend? “I am Derek Fraser.” “Yeah… so, am I supposed to know you? Although, I must admit that you sort of look familiar, I’m sure I’ve never met you. I’m really good with faces.”

he begins, his tone dripping with satisfaction, “my father and I have plans in motion. Big plans. Alaric and his precious Drax won’t know what hit them.” His friends lean in closer; their curiosity piqued. “What kind of plans?” one of them asks eagerly. Derek smirks, savouring the moment. “We’re taking over the company,” he says, his voice filled with pride. “Bit by bit, with some help from a very powerful ally. Someone anonymous but very well-placed.” Unbeknownst to Derek, a small recording device sits nestled under the table, its tiny red light blinking faintly. Every word he utters is captured, his overconfidence blinding him to the trap that’s been set.

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?"

His heart recognized the voice. “Heard that?” Carlos Fowler’s mocking laughter came on. “Chairman Jay Adams, I have your sweet little assistant secretary. You need to hear her begging me to not touch a hair on your body. Hahahaha! You must have swam in her little honey pot to make her swoon or is it your bloody money she's fallen for?”

As he spoke, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, thinking of Aurora once again. He gazed at me, then averted his eyes. "We had a son, Derek," he continued. "He was our hope and a testament to our love for each other until one day, I lost her. She had fallen from a cliff and died. I felt my world die with her as I stared at her lifeless body. She was cold, her eyes shut tight, and some of her limbs were mutilated from colliding with rocks during her descent. She had gone after Derek, who had ventured into the mountains for fun. He didn't listen when she tried to call him," he said, a tear slipping from his eyes.

Derek’s friendly, easygoing nature made her feel at ease in his company, even if the conversation leaned more heavily in his direction. In just under an hour, Esther had learned plenty about him. He hated accounting almost as much as he hated tomatoes. He preferred anything physical, like sports, over intellectual challenges. For him, moving his body was bliss. It felt like heaven compared to straining over problems on paper. He also confessed he kept an unusual pet at home: a frog, which he promised to show her someday if she ever had the time. “So what about you, Esther?” Derek finally stopped talking about himself, giving her a chance to share.

Derek walked in looking like he hadn't slept in days, his usually perfect appearance disheveled and anxious. "Coach Bradley, thank God you agreed to meet me," Derek said, sliding into the booth across from me. "I think I've made a huge mistake." "What kind of mistake?" Derek ran his hands through his hair, a gesture I recognized from watching game footage of him when he was losing. "I've been working to sabotage Landon Hayes' career for months. I paid Rose Miller to manipulate his marriage, planted stories about his wife's supposed affair, even fed information to journalists to make him look unstable."

Derek groaned. He utilized the opportunity to pour out his heart because he knew that the opportunity might not show up again. Derek's attitude didn't just stun George, it also took Dave by surprise. He doesn't know Derek to be that violent. He always thought that Dexter was the wolf in sheep's clothing. However, Derek proved him wrong with his attitude.