Derek Shepherd Sisters Novels & Stories

"What? That's a lie. You started it, you slapped me first and abused us." "Now, she's calling me a liar," Brittany further wailed. "You pathetic bitch!" "But you're not telling him the truth-- "Enough!" Derek thundered, putting his arm around Brittany and drawing her protectively to his side while glaring murderously at me. "You, how dare you call her a liar," Derek lashed his voice at me, "and telling your accomplice to hit her, are you crazy?!" Derek's eyes were filled with contempt and hatred. At this point, I knew my defense was futile. What was I expecting, that he would believe me over his sister?

"Derek's last name is Konstantine, he also had a sister that died in a fire." Her eyes were wide as though she was shocked, from her expression, my best guess was that perhaps the information in the file was wrong, maybe Derek's sister hadn't died in that fire, And Anya... "How did you know that? Did he tell you? " the shock in her eyes was gone and was quickly replaced by an indecipherable look. "You are his sister, is it not? You didn't die in the fire as it was supposed, this is why you want to save him. Am I right?" I spoke, a little confident, if she was Derek's sister, maybe she wouldn't want to kill me.

She went on, darting over to her sister as she reached for her hand but then her hand passed through hers. She instinctively froze in her spot – slowly allowing her gaze to travel from their hands to her sister's face as a flush of shock swept across her face. “Wh–what happened to you? ” She stuttered with a shaky voice as the cold freeze of anxiety rasped through her. “Your...” She mumbled but then, Phidelia ’s voice snapped in. “I’m dead Phidel” She blunted, trying to hold back her emotions as much as she could while she watched her sister struggle with the piece of information.

Becky nodded, as did Dana and Derrek. "I know what you mean," Dana said. "It was... a while since I'd had sex with anyone, and after joining the group, there's barely a few days that go by that I don't find myself in bed with Drake or Derrek, or both," she said. "Molly's very generous." Derrek smiled. "I still can't believe that I'm fucking my brother's wife and his gorgeous sister-in-law." She smiled, pulling him to her for another kiss.

He had been her favourite relative, before her mate went all out in dividing them, a division she hadn't been able to do anything. "How are you too?" She asked, ignoring her mate's scrutinizing gaze. "I've been okay." Derek answered, keeping her gaze. "That's nice. How's your mother, and everyone at home?" Jan asked. "All good. They send their regards." Derek replied, with a small smile. He wondered whether his aunt knew that he had a little sister now. He wasn't sure if his uncle had told his mate about his little sister, Eva. There is only one way to know then.

I smiled with no warmth and signed: Do you want to be his Luna too? Her face slipped for half a second in the rearview mirror. She covered fast. "Don't be silly. I'm his sister. And Derek is crazy about you." She bumped his arm. "Right, big brother?" Derek made a low sound in his throat. His eyes met mine in the mirror. I looked away. I really was a fool. The Pack-tier dressmaker greeted Victoria and Derek as the bonding pair. Victoria nestled against his shoulder. She lazily pointed at me. "Wrong. She's the future Luna."

Derek questioned, his shocked eyes moving from one lady to the other. “Are you acting clueless on purpose or are you doing this to piss us off, because this is gradually becoming annoying? You being shocked over knowing we are sisters is quite annoying and disrespectful.” Sofia banged her hand on the table angrily. She had had enough. “But I had no idea that the both of you are sisters; I know nothing at all about that,” Derek defended with all sincerity and seriousness. “Trust me, I am not joking about it; I don’t know that the both of you are related,” Derek continued, still maintaining his stand.

she whispered. “I know,” I murmured, holding her tight. “I know.” We sat there while the theater slowly emptied, my anger simmering beneath the disappointment. I tried to call Derek again, but it went straight to voicemail. Then my phone vibrated. I grabbed it. He had better have a good excuse. But it wasn’t a message. It was a notification. Savannah had posted. I knew I shouldn’t open it, but I did. My sister sat in a clinic waiting room, her hair and makeup polished, a big, excited smile on her face. Her hand was resting possessively on her belly. Derek was standing beside her, his arm draped across her shoulders.

I feel the subtle shift, his wolf pressing forward, his entire posture changing, and my curiosity sharpens. “Asher?” I murmur, following his gaze. The woman is striking in an understated way. Her long hair is pulled back, her features soft yet strong. She has the same piercing blue eyes as Derek, so I realize almost immediately who she must be. Derek’s little sister. Sienna.

"You're lying! She's not dead! You're all quacks!" The doctors and nurses exchanged a look and backed away. There was no reasoning with him. A crowd had gathered. Someone recognized me. "Hey—isn't that the crazy mom from the livestream? The one who tried to drown her own daughter?" "Wait, yeah! That's her!" "Good riddance. Women like that don't deserve to breathe." Harvey clutched my body tighter. All the color drained from his face. He screamed at the crowd. "SHUT UP! She's not like that!"