Derek Hale Shirtless Novels & Stories

I was just happy and excited to be able to see her at least. A few hours later, the club was packed, filled to the brim with sweaty, gyrating bodies as usual. The drinks were all going, like water to a fish and I was glad for the turn out, my paycheck would reflect this. I saw Derek coming in from his office, with a grin on his face. Tonight, he was wearing a casual blue shirt and black jeans, unusual from the button ups and slacks he normally wore. “Hey, Alex, how’s it going?” He asked, sitting on one of the barstools like a customer.

The sleek black car that pulled up to the curb looked expensive enough to belong to someone wealthy. I stood there dripping mud from my clothes and I was still reeling from the shock of everything that had just happened, when a driver dressed in uniform stepped out of the car before taking a step back, his expression, full of shocked horror. "Mr. Hale, sir," the driver stammered, taking in our muddy state. "Perhaps we should—" "It's fine, James," Derek said smoothly, though I could see him fighting back a smile at this, as he waved it away as if dripping mud was a daily occurrence for him and perfectly nomal.

"Derek we love you!!" "Derek! Derek!! Derek!!" They all chanted, making a big deal of it. "What's there? " I lifted my brow, trying to look Unamused. Honestly, I didn't see anything quite amus... I froze at the sight of Derek's clear view. He wore an armless top which was never on him when we came together, flexing his muscles with sweat drooling down his skin. My cheeks came burning just staring at him, as he battled with his friend, looking so calm and... Cool.

I said. “ I know ” he kissed my forehead. “ shall we take of these clothes ” he said. I opened my eyes to look straight into his eyes before nodding my head , before I knew it I was standing naked in front of Derek covering myself with my hands “ shy are we ” he said staring at me making my face face red in embrassment. “ I'm the only one standing naked her, why won't i be shy ” I said. “ really ” Derek said and met the towel around his waist fall to the ground leaving him naked too, I gasped when I saw his little brother.

With that done, we started walking along the shore. It was a nice day out. The salty breeze made my sundress ruffle, and my hair whipped in every direction. Derek looked handsome in his white v-neck shirt and faded jeans. He looked laid back, and I like it. He usually wears dress shirts and slacks but today, he was going for the casual look. We are dressed for comfort. Not for style. Derek broke the silence, "I'm sorry for not telling you the truth." He said solemnly.

said Sandra, still blushing seeing Derek half naked. "Understood, Sandra. Thanks for the information." replied Derek, before gently closing the door. Derek decided to end his morning exercise routine and take a quick shower before changing into some comfortable and appropriate attire. Wearing a white polo t-shirt, navy blue bermudas and a pair of beige boat shoes, Derek descended down the stairs to the front door, where Peter, Lea, Owen and Amanda were waiting. "Good morning Mum and Dad. Hi Owen. Hi Amanda." greeted Derek.

she snapped “That’s not it, there were lot of guests at the palace today, and so I couldn’t find a place to bath before coming” he explained again buttoning up his shirt Ashley look at him for sometimes and look away, she seems reluctant to speak but finally say the word and told him to use her bathroom just this once “Just think of this as…a huge favor from me” Derek nodded slightly and smile, he loose the almost done buttons and remove his shirt revealing his body, and then he tried taking off his trousers when Ashley blindly scream stop him

Dark suits hung in there, perfectly arranged. Lewis' frown deepened as he searched through them. “Do you own anything normal?” “I own many normal things.” “No,” Lewis corrected, “I mean casual.” Derek leaned lightly against the wardrobe. “I don’t do casual things.” “That’s concerning.” Lewis kept looking. “Black. White. Black. White.” He looked back at Derek. “Do you dress like you’re attending your own funeral every day?” Derek didn’t answer immediately. Lewis finally stopped at a white shirt and pulled it out.

Fiona’s POV Alpha Derek rose up with an unhurried confidence before going on to strip off his jacket and unbutton his shirt with a sickening precision. Leaving just his pants as the top fabric fell off revealing a sculpted chest and tight muscles. I stupidly waited for him to remove his glasses, but he didn’t. Instead, he handed his clothes to a warrior next to him and strode to the stage with one of the warriors leading him, proving the rumors about how he fought and kept it on till the end to be true.

He let out a guttural roar, releasing Rose as he stumbled back, clutching his shattered arm. "Fuck!" he yelled. Blood sprayed across the floor. Rose scrambled away, rubbing her neck. "Don't you ever touch her again!" The voice sounded like it came from the bowels of the earth. Through the smoke and salt spray, Derek stepped into the doorway. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo. He was in full tactical gear, strapped into a heavy ballistic vest loaded with webbing and mags. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the corded muscle of his forearms as he gripped the matte-grey chassis of the long-range rifle. He was covered in a fine layer of dust and sweat, his skin bronzed by the sun.