Derek Hale Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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

There was a beat of silence before they responded. “Are you sure?” Derek asked, right as Tyler said, “Absolutely!” “Great!” I said, pushing myself up to sit with my legs crossed. “I’m ready!” Tyler began pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a white undershirt. Derek shot to his feet. “I’ll do it,” Derek said, hurriedly taking off his shirt to match. “I was already going to,” Tyler said. “You can sit back down.” “It’s fine,” Derek shot back, taking off his shoes.

He often joked about it and how if he had not been interested in naked sweaty men then he might have given them a shot. Derrick was a run-of-the-mill geek boy with short-cut dark hair that he kept long enough for bangs close to his forehead due to having insecurity about his forehead size, and he wore thithin-framedasses and liked to dress casually with a variety of solid-colored polo shirts that buttoned up at the collar and khaki pants in various shades of grey, beige, tan, and navy blue.

I snort, "I'm sorry then, I had a bit of emergency, so I couldn't dress appropriately in time." Even I am convinced I look too distracting with how my cleavage was poking out and my long legs significantly exposed to these unmated werewolves. Suddenly, Alpha Derek took off his shirt and walked towards me in a suspicious calm manner. His forehead knitted as he shoved his shirt at my chest. Hm? "Wear it. It's big enough to cover your whole body." "Thank you." I smiled. Well, this is odd. "My men would bring you proper clothes for the competition. Make sure to sign up at the right place formally, don't do this again. You're lucky you trespassed on the day of the tournament, or else I'd send you