Derek Frost Novels & Stories

Cass asked Luke quietly. Luke just sighed, refusing to elaborate as he handed the clerk a wad of cash to cover his and Cass’s snacks. "Oh, you didn't have to—" Cass started, but the girl behind the counter cut him off. She was staring at Luke with wide, hungry eyes. "I love the team hoodie," she chirped, leaning over the counter. "You play for the Ridge Wolves, right? You’re so much taller in person." "Usually I’m on skates, so I’m even taller then," Luke quipped back, glancing at Cass with a spark of amusement.

“My club.” At this point, the man was already regretting why you posted about Derek. “Please,” the man cried. “Don't kill me. I have a daughter.” Derek didn't blink. Instead, he said. “You think kids would work on me?” “Please” he cried again. “Give me a chance to undo my mistake. I'll do whatever you ask me to do.” Derek's eyes widened in a dramatic way. “That's so desperate of you,” he said with a fake smile. “But I don't work with people twice and I don't forgive people who talk about my shit in public.”

Turning his head, he stared directly through the crowd until his eyes locked completely onto mine. "Heidi Artemis, you are the wolfless runt of this pack, and I can smell your pathetic scent from here," Derek said loudly into the microphone, making sure every single person in the clearing could hear him perfectly. "Step forward and come up to this stage right now so I can deal with you."

I found out from Marcus. Marcus Torres – Derek's best friend since college. The quiet one in the group. Tall, brown-skinned, built like he played sports in another life and never quite stopped. Always in the background at parties, nursing one beer, watching everything with dark eyes that missed nothing. He never said much. Never had to. When Marcus spoke, people listened, because he only opened his mouth when it mattered.

He plastered on a smile and turned toward the tall man. "Mr. Kraft. I'm Derek Teeger. I've heard a lot about you." Liam Kraft gave a flat "Mm" and walked straight into the conference room without looking at him. Derek coughed awkwardly, scrambling for conversation. "Mr. Kraft, I thought the Kraft Group mainly did mining. Since when are you in the flower business?" Liam stopped in front of me and said, "My wife likes them. Just a little gift to make her happy."

"Hello, niece. Daddy wanted me to check in. He's excited to meet you properly. Much less messy than last time. —D" Darius Sterling—supposedly dead for twenty years—was alive. Directly involved in the massacre that destroyed her family. Ash went rigid. Through the bond, Raven felt his despair. Not terror. Something deeper—the realization that what he'd been protecting against for seven years was far worse than anticipated. "We need to move," Kade said. "He'll know her location. He'll use the dormant bond against her." Ash stood, moving toward the door with controlled violence. "Pack essentials. We're leaving in fifteen minutes."

“Not just you, I’m talking about the child, Leo, the council and the pack. Everything.” I nodded through my tears. “I understand.” Derek opened the car door but before getting out, he stopped. “I love you, Freya.” He looked at me one last time. “But love isn’t the only thing I have to consider anymore.”

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

Showing his incompetence would make keeping his job a lot harder, and soon, he might even kiss his position goodbye. Derek told his people to treat their new protectors well and returned to his office, the cogs in his mind turning. He should deal a painful blow to Freddy, a death knell that could hurt that son of a b*tch inside out. Derek might not have been good at beating his enemies in any other domain, but he was a decades-old veteran in the war of business, and that meant something. There was no way a seasoned general like him would lose to a total greenhorn whose longest career was being a street thug! While Derek decided to destroy Freddy to prove his skills to his chairman, Javier ha

Ryan's whole life depended on these next 120 seconds. "Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer's voice boomed like thunder. "This is it! Two minutes to decide who becomes the next college hockey sensation!" My stomach twisted into knots. Ryan was skating hard, sweat dripping down his beautiful face. He looked so focused, so determined. God, he was gorgeous even when he was exhausted. Then I saw him. Derek Stone. The devil himself gliding across the ice like a predator hunting prey. Derek was everything parents warned their daughters about - dangerous, wild, and absolutely ruthless. He had been kicked out of his last school for fighting, and now he played for our biggest rival.