Derek Hale Novels & Stories

"He got rid of his own father. So tell me, if he could do that to family, what do you think he'd do to someone he only sees as a business asset?" My pulse pounded. Derek wasn't perfect, but he wasn't cruel. What if Elian wasn't telling the truth? "If you still think I'm lying, ask him about Serena Woods." "Who?" "One of his college classmates. Derek nearly ruined her life after she exposed him for stealing property that wasn't his." "Stop." My voice came out sharper than intended. But Elian kept going. "Derek Hale isn't the saint you think he is." "Stop it!" I clamped my hands over my ears. "I said stop!"

"Which is why they want it stopped." He looked at the notepad. "My father has a business associate. Derek Hale. His father runs a hedge fund that would benefit significantly from a prolonged depression in both our stock prices." He paused. "Derek is on the soccer team. We are not close." I looked at him. "How not close." "He does not like me," Liam said simply. "It has never been a problem on the field but it has always been present." "Could he have access to both companies' internal communications."

Chase said, and I detected a teasing note in his words, but then he smiled at the young man. Derek smiled at the commander, his arms crossed over his chest, making his muscles seem even larger. A very light beard was beginning to grow along his chin. Despite his impressive physique and deep voice, his eyes were those of a boy, and I suspected he wasn't much older than me. "Helena, this is Derek Taylor. He's a member of the Pack, just like James and Leon." Derek looked at me, and his gaze lingered on my cleavage. At the very same moment, he lowered his eyes to my feet and said awkwardly,

“Should I dye my hair pink?” “Nathaniel.” “No, seriously.” I spread my arms. “Is that the requirement? Do I need pink hair?” Mr. Hale's jaw tightened. “You have no right to insert yourself into my business.” My smile disappeared. “Your business?” “Yes. Mine.” Mr. Hale's voice remained calm, but there was steel beneath it. “Whether I'm gay, who I spend time with, and what I do in my personal life has nothing to do with you.” I stared at him.

"The Ironwood Pack controls the entire trade border. If we don't secure a partnership with Kaelen, the winter famine will ruin us. You’ve been in classes with that girl. Find a way to talk to him through her. Now." Derek moved through the crowd like a man walking toward a firing squad. He intercepted them near the fountain, his face pale. "Alpha Kaelen," Derek said, bowing his head in a show of respect that would have been unthinkable a week ago. "It is an honor to have you in Oak Haven." Kaelen’s icy blue eyes flickered over Derek with bored indifference. "And you are?" "Derek of the Blackwood Ridge, sir. We... we share several tactical classes with your companion." Derek looked at Leah, hi

She find him kissing another girl, and when being confronted about it, Josh didn't took the blame and decided to put it on her, calling her needy, makes all of it seem like her fault for being self centered for years after all the things that happened with her mother. So impulsively she bought a ticket halfway across the world to here, where nobody will know Natasha Hale and being someone new that is fun and adventurous instead of the boring needy one that Josh seem to saw on her. "He's a fucking asshole," The guy retorts after she finish her story. Honestly, she really needs to stop referring to him as the guy, spilling half her life story and she didn't even know the guy fucking name. Seem

Her best and only option was to wait for Nicholas to pay the ransom so she could be released. Just then, the door was pushed open and Derek walked inside, holding a couple of papers in his hands. Diane looked at him as he walked in, and shook her head slowly. When she first met Derek Hale, she didn't like him. He thought he was a condescending jerk, a piece of crap who thought she was not fit to take over her father's company. But now, she realized that he wasn't just a jerk or a piece of shit, he was also a criminal. A psychopathic criminal.

Rumors called Clive Hartley many things—brujo, shaman, zombie, the walking dead, even—but Derek had never believed them, always figuring they were bullshit stories and nothing else. Now, however? He desperately hoped the stories were true, because if not . . . he was fucked. “People say you know about this kinda shit. Ya gotta help me.” Clive Hartley leaned into hissing lantern light, bright green eyes narrowed, deep lines creasing his thick skin. “Somethin’s growin inside ya. Ken see it in yer eyes.” “Please.” A pause. Hartley folded his hands on the wooden table. “Tell me how.” Derek shuddered as pieces of himself fell away inside.

This led him to consider a controversial figure who had a vested interest in the investigation—Marcus Hale, a powerful developer connected to the zoning decisions that had affected his parents’ lives and, ultimately, their deaths. Hale had always been a polarizing character, known for his aggressive business tactics, questionable ethics, and a reputation for bending rules to suit his interests. His influence in the political and business landscape was significant; he had connections that could open doors and access to resources that could help Alex navigate the turbulent waters of his campaign. However, aligning himself with Hale came with inherent risks, as many viewed him as unscrupulous a

“Help yourself, Caleb. Not like it’s my office or anything.“ I say dryly, knowing fully well that he is going to successfully rip out a bottle even if I command him not to. Derek snorts from where he is seated on the couch at the feet of Weston's splayed legs. He is Caleb's friend as much as he is mine and Weston's. We all have known one another since we were crawling on all fours, and Derek is one of the few people I trust enough to call my brother. Also, he has this laid-back, almost lazy demeanor that makes me believe he was infected with that by Cal, but I know better. Derek is one of the deadliest fighters in this pack. His laid-back demeanor can't deceive me one bit.