Derek Hale Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

"Oh my goddess, this house is awesome." "You haven't even seen the half of it," I giggled as I allowed her explore around my room. "So….." she plopped on the bed beside me grinning mischievously. "Ok, what's with that mysterious look on your face?" I furrowed my eyebrows at her, suspicious. "Who's the guy that won't take his eyes off you?" "Who are you talking about?" I frowned. "Blue eyes……." "Ooh, Derek."

Derek stood there, and for a moment, neither of us moved. He had clearly just gotten out of the shower. His dark hair was damp and disheveled, water still beading at his temples. He was wearing gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His chest was bare, all lean muscle and golden skin, and I might have found it distracting if I weren’t currently falling apart. His blue eyes, the same eyes that had watched me climb trees and scrape my knees when we were kids, went wide with shock. “Paige?” A/N: What do you think about the first chapter so far?

Derek said and suddenly he grabbed my eyes from Hideo then came closer to me. "Let's send him to Don Morfeo." "Hey! Give me his eyes!" Hideo said and tried to steal my eyes from Derek but I was still there when Derek put his cigarette inside my eye. "A—argh! F*cking—" I said again and closed my eyes because I didn't want to open my eyes anymore, please... I don't know if Hideo got my eyes because I didn't want to open my eyes anymore then suddenly It turned out that I was once again immersed in the boiling drum of water.

At some point, There were some lingering regrets in his eyes,, but he blinked them away as he looked at another spot. He had said it; given her his words, and that was it. He carelessly jumped out of the water, and she caught him, or at least, he let him self be caught by her. “Don't come crying to me afterwards” he murmured as if he was more than sure that this girl would definitely regret her actions. “I won't” Lucia raised her hand like a Girl Scout stating the preamble as Derek smirked as he lazily rested his head on his palm. The jelly fish seemed to be tired now from relentlessly swimming away from thus persistent, vigorous and unstoppable fish catcher.

“Good Morning, Miss. May I ask your name?” “Good morning Elder Gray. My name is Leah, a pleasure to meet you.” “The pleasure is all mine, Miss Leah.” She out-stretched her hand and shook Hartley’s. In an instant, his eyes flashed orange; they then flickered a bright gold before returning to their usual green. Derreck thought to himself, I’ve never seen his eyes that color before. That must be the reason he needed to touch her. Maybe he’ll explain it to me later. Hartley gave her a gentle smile, before stating warmly. “Please, have a seat.”

I sobbed. "Esha I don't think it is him. You can ask him directly. Maybe you misunderstood." Dua tried convincing me. "You better stop it Dua. Shakshi Tanwar has grey eyes. She freaking had grey eyes. And Aadhvik even he have the same grey eyes." I said. "Don't be dumb Esha, there are many people with the same grey eyes. Don't be so stupid." Dua yells. I found his potrait hung on the wall. Looking at his face itself made me feel disgusted. I got up and threw that potrait down.

Wooden floors that knew exactly which boards creaked. She stood in the entrance hall and looked. At the walls. At the light. At the photographs, she hadn’t expected the photographs. A life documented on white walls. Ryder at various ages, always with the same jaw. A man she recognised from the photographs Ryder had shown her, his father, younger in most of these, laughing in several. She looked at the laughing ones. He’d had an extraordinary laugh. She could see it in the photographs, full, open, entirely unmanaged. The kind of laugh that required the whole face.

“What’s going on inside that head of yours?” Blue’s grip tightened on the window frame until her knuckles turned white. For days, secrets had haunted her—shadows that clawed at her mind and whispered truths she wasn’t ready to accept. But now, under the blood moon, there was nowhere to hide. “I know,” she whispered, her voice cracking. She turned to face him slowly, her silver-blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I know who I am… what I am.” Eryk’s body stiffened, his expression unreadable, but his heartbeat thundered like war drums. “Who told you?” His voice carried a dangerous edge, the Alpha’s command lurking beneath his controlled tone.

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.