Derek Frost Novels & Stories

I was shocked when Derrick grabbed my hand and ran into the woods, what is he trying to do. “Why would you kill the last person that cared for me and made me feel the love of a father” I cried while still running alongside Derrick. “I’m so sorry, it was not intentional and, in my defense, it was when I tried to save you” Derrick argued “Did I ask for your help? Answer me, I Was fine until you and Becky showed up” I bellowed with a coarse voice that has been strained from all the crying and screaming. We slowed down as we neared a clearing,

Owen began to speak but was interrupted. "Yes, Mr Owen. My name is Desmond Jones. I'm back in Townsville, thanks to Mr Derek." *Flashback to three hours ago* Derek was at the Townsville airport, dressed in a polo T-shirt, jeans, a black cap and a mask. He still wanted to play safe and not reveal his true identity yet. As he stared pass the glass doors of the arrival terminal, he noticed Desmond walking out of the airport, dressed in black track pants and a black hooded jacket, just like Derek instructed.

It was the fight for the future. With a final, decisive strike, Asha disarmed Varek, knocking him to the ground. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with grudging respect. “You’ve won, Frostheart,” he said quietly, his voice strained. “But know this. The crown will never surrender. And neither will I.” Asha stood over him, her sword raised, ready to end it once and for all. But as she looked into Varek’s eyes, she saw something she hadn’t expected—something like regret.

Max teased. “Maybe,” I replied with a smile, “I can't turn it off.” As we approached the artisan store, my attention was suddenly pulled away by a familiar voice. “Elena Frost?” I turned around, blinking in surprise. A tall man with sandy-brown hair and warm green eyes stood a foot away, his expression shifting from disbelief to a wide, genuine smile. “Derek Harlan?” I gasped. “Elena, oh my God–it’s really you,” Derek said.

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

"I cast you out. Jesus is thy savior. Christ the King rules over-" the pastor yells, having reappeared off the stage with a large cross and throwing a glass of water at Derek. With the water splashing right in the face, Derek lets out a roar of pain. It causes him to shriek an inhuman shriek which shakes the entire building. The sound Derek makes causes everyone to put their hands to their ears as they've not heard anything like it before. Derek then laughs while making the jerk-off motion to the pastor. He stands up fully as he had fallen to his knees, showing he's not hurt at all. That it was him toying with the pastor.

He was covered in a fine layer of dust and sweat, his skin bronzed by the sun. I let out a breath. Thank you, Jesus. Christmas and Easter. I am a man of my word. Thank Jesus for also giving me a best friend that could wage war anytime, anyway. Derek didn't look at the evidence. His eyes were pinned on Rose, his chest heaving with a fury so cold it made the tropical air feel like mid winter.

His large palm comes to a rest against Derek's ass, and the Commander's body snaps upright with a gasp. Derek had no idea Fletcher was anywhere near the kitchen, let alone so close behind him. When he suddenly straightens, his back crashes against the asshole's firm chest. To make matters worse, the damn persistent bastard immediately wraps his large tree trunk-like arm around him, placing a hand against his chest and pulling him back flush against his chest.

The Frostwell-Howler alliance had become the bedrock of the entire northern realm—an invincible sanctuary forged from trauma, fire, and absolute devotion. High on the ancestral stone balcony of the grand estate, Alpha Asher Frost stood watching the dawn break over his kingdom. His dark hair was lightly touched with silver at the temples, but his towering frame remained as formidable as ever, his broad shoulders easily supporting the heavy mink-lined cloak draped around him.

When I got home for dinner, I heard angry shouting coming from Derek's room. Dad yelled, "You swore you'd be chosen as a Farmer of the Year and take me to the city. That's why I gave you all the best food and clothes! But you've only worked for a few days, and now you're already exhausted! Get up right now and go harvest the grain!" Derek lay in bed, weak and listless, his face completely drained of color. "Dad, I'm having heatstroke. Could you please get a doctor? Please get my hand bandaged too. It hurts so much."