Derek Hale Novels & Stories

The big merger defense case against TechDyn was heating up, and Dave wanted every detail perfect before the hearing next week. Dave Hale was the senior partner at Hale & Associates, forty-two years old, married for fifteen years, and known as one of the sharpest corporate litigators in the city. He was also straight. At least that was what everyone, including his wife, believed. I was Aston Rivera, twenty-eight, three years into my time at the firm, and hopelessly aware of how attractive my boss was.

Denver added. Kyle rang the bell and Helen appeared at the first hit. "We have made our decision." Denver said. "And?" Helen asked. "We do not need your help." Denver replied. "I was expecting you'd say that." Helen stated then turned away from us. "I won't waste my words though. All I can say is that you will still need me and by that time you'd not even give your death a second thought." Helen said to Denver and vanished through the door. "What was that supposed to mean?" Kyle questioned.

But for some reason, even though he had the strong urge to kill Kira whenever she was near, just like now, he couldn't. He wanted her so much it hurt, and he tried to keep her close for a long time. "Hmm," Kira hummed, making Trevor hissed as her backside slammed his arousal. "Shit!" Trevor cursed, slowly removing her arms wrapped around him and standing to his feet. He watched her for a long time as she felt the place he had left before she clutched the pillow and held it close. He shook his head and stepped towards the fridge. Halting abruptly a few walk to the fridge, his eyes narrowed as they stayed on Dr Greg, who was still tied on the chair.

"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."

Sarael sighed. “We need to tell everyone,” Hana smiled, reaching for her phone. Sarael quickly snatched it from her. “Oh hell no. You will say nothing. I still have to tell John. And this is your dad’s wedding. It’s about him and Aurelia. We are not even risking overshadowing that with news of another Kinsley pup,” Sarael went into boss mode, making Hana gulp. “Fine,” Hana conceded. We all jumped when there was a knock at the door. I sighed when I picked up the familiar scent of my best friend and man of honor. “Come in, Alex,” I called out. “Hey, ladies,” Alex grinned, poking his head into the room.

I heard the door slam open and the object of my thoughts came in leaving it open behind him. "Ah, you're finally awake,” he said mockingly, his ruddy face giving me a sinister smile, "Okay, so I can tell you about my plans. In an hour, I will meet your faithful dog. He will give me what I want, I will give him what he wants. I’ll go very far and very fast and thus we will all come out winning, don’t you think?” Faithful dog? Alex. My heart beat wildly. Alex was alive and fighting for me.

He nods his head “With Jax being an asshole I needed a new Beta. His name is Cole” “Cole” I mutter quietly trying to make his name sink in “Cole has been a member of this pack for as long as I have, he is one of my oldest friends. I’m sure you will like him” A few moments later the door opens and in walks a well built man wearing just a pair of jeans, was he not cold because it was freezing outside. He was easily 6 foot tall, tattoos running the length of his arms and flowing out on to his chest. Blonde hair that was short and neat. He shakes Daryl’s hand and smiles at me, his blues eyes resting on my own “You must be Luna Ashley”

Dominic Hale. Former special ops. Now a discreet fixer for high-net-worth clients who needed problems solved quietly. Hale had been many things in his life, but above all, he was a strategist. He didn't save Damon out of compassion. He saved him because Damon was a chess piece that had more moves left and Hale hated wasted potential. "Is he stable?" a voice asked. A woman in her early forties, her sharp gaze framed by auburn hair tied in a sleek bun, entered the room. Dr. Renata Voss - Ex-military medic turned private consultant. One of the few people Hale trusted.

Mr Hale scratched the side of his face in hesitance again, swallowing thickly before saying, "The person who exposed everything wasn't an outsider, it was someone close to you." The words landed hard like a grenade between them and Alyssa's brows knotted immediately, "Someone close?" "Who?" “It was Derek.” This statement hit harder than the first reveal and the entire world froze. Alyssa stiffened and her mind went numb. "Derek?" She repeated, hearing the name but being unable to process what it meant. She blinked once, then twice, hoping she'd misheard what Mr Hale said. Mr. Hale didn’t look away this time and his voice rose, "Yes, it was Derek Marshall. He was the one who revealed your fat