Derek Hale Shirtless Novels & Stories

“You made it.” For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Derek wasn’t wearing one of his expensive suits. There was no tie or jacket, and no buttons on his shirt or dress shoes on his feet. He was wearing a blue T-shirt and jeans. My brain immediately malfunctioned, and I tried to find the right sounds to greet him back, but the wrong words came out. “You’re wearing clothes.” The chirping of crickets was all that could be heard as we stood in silence before Derek lifted one eyebrow at me, his head tilting to the side.

After that night we never stopped hanging out. "Don't test me, Alley! You know that is not what I meant. Seriously, you are barely wearing clothes, what the fuck is wrong with you? And you spent all Summer like this?" Before Christian could really start getting at me for wearing shorts that barely covered my ass matched perfectly with a purple tube top my brother draped his flannel shirt over me. "Missed you Alley Cat," Derek gave me a kiss on my check before finishing "but Christian is right. You walk around dressed like that the town is going to think they can take advantage of you."

"Forget it. I need to go prepare for the market." He walked away quickly, leaving Talia standing there alone. She frowned, perplexed What just happened? Talia shook her head, and walked back to her room in a daze. She didn’t know what to make of Derek’s strange attitude. She arrived in front of her door and without thinking, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. Talia froze. Her breath hitched and her eyes went wide. Damon stood in the middle of the room, completely shirtless. His hand moved to his pants and she stiffened.

Jared spring out his long hidden secret just to convince Derrick to desert Jasmine. Derrick was surprised. "You are heartless, so you did such and never admit" Derrick said his voice shaky. "I had to" Jared defended himself. "The ball is in your court". He roared at me on my way back home. The ball was in his court and he had to awake to it. "I know what to do" I told his subconscious and he did.

"I don't want your dad’s money! I just want to go back to my life!" "Your life is over," Derek snapped. "You couldn't stop your mum and that means you just signed the document for your endless suffering." He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of the shower curtain. Then, without breaking eye contact, he started unbuttoning his shirt. My breath hitched. "What... what are you doing?" He didn't answer. He just pulled the shirt off, tossing it onto the dirty linoleum floor. His chest was broad, his skin tanned, and the veins in his arms looked like a roadmap of pure, unadulterated power.

I ask, peering over his back to see what made him stop. Dale was spread out wide on the couch, snoring gently with a bottle of whiskey still in his hands and popcorn littered on the floor. My brows knitted together, “What's going on here?” I asked no one in particular. “And where's Maya?” Just as I was about to head upstairs and check for her, Derek emerged from the stairs in only pants and socks. He was shirtless and his hair messed up, his glasses nowhere to be found. He hasn't noticed us yet, still rubbing the sleep away from his eyes while yawning.

Vers didn't know anything to make him their target, and the relationship should have ended, why still disturbed him? Gale got up from his seat, grabbed his jacket which was on the couch, but he forgot, the thick jacket with high quality lining material was damaged after splashed with acid. Luckily it can keep the liquid out or else Verss could get worse, Gale wasn't wearing it, just took it and left the room, just as Derek appeared. "Uh Gale? Where are you going?" Ask Derek. Gale looked Derek from head to toe, at least he could trust him enough.

"Hold on." Maya's eyes widened when he began taking off his top. She quickly averted her gaze to the ground but Derek was quicker, throwing the garment to the ground and shrugging out of his shirt. She blushed at his naked chest and he smirked again. He pulled off his jeans as well, leaving him clad in only his boxer briefs. Mays coughed awkwardly and turned to look away, her ears burning red. Derek just chuckled, "I'm not gonna bite." He said.

When she opened the door, the world seemed to pause. Derek stood there, his tall frame relaxed against the doorframe, but his eyes were anything but calm. He wore a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up just below his elbows, and charcoal-gray slacks that hugged his hips in the most flattering way. His dark hair was tousled like he’d run his fingers through it a hundred times this morning, and the effect was... devastating. Ryleigh’s breath caught. She couldn’t speak.

The black wolf reaction to seeing me should have been enough for me to know I’m not welcome here, but here I am hoping the brown contact lens will help blend me in so I can follow my captor wherever. “Do you like it?” Derek’s name rings in the bathroom before he appears, shirtless with his pants hanging on his hips. My eyes pause at his v-line for a second and I swallow hard. He’s undeniably hot. It’s crazy that I’ve known his body for three days and I’ve never seen him naked. Not until now that I’m seeing his bare chest. When I drag my gaze to meet his, I find him staring hungrily at my body. Then, I remember I had taken a quick shower before trying the contacts on and forgotten to put on a