Derek Stiles Novels & Stories

When Derek was about to go somewhere or about to arrive, a dead silence used to fill the room, as if his presence was a premonition that something bad was about to happen. Derek was not long in showing up. He did not abide by the code of conduct of the big bosses of the mafia. No. He never took off his jeans and shirt. He was right on the border between formal and informal, and it didn't seem to bother him. He didn't care about the looks my other teammates gave him. Deep down, he was the one in command and he cared little about the whispers of his agents if any of them dared to speak ill of him. The walls were said to have ears.

Where the fuck did they come from? “That’s not what your ma said last night when I shagged her,” one of them said, proving my point. Shagged her. Fuck, Derek was not going to be satisfied until he migrated the whole fucking Ireland to the US. “Shut the fuck up, Stiles,” the one in charge snapped.

Derek Morgan sat in one of his private bars, swirling the last of his whiskey as he stared at the amber liquid instead of drinking it. He was the CEO of Morganton Empire. “What’s my next schedule for tonight?” he asked without looking up at his personal assistant, Steve. “Gala, sir,” Steve replied. “And… one hour left.” Derek’s jaw tightened. He hated galas; the lights, the noise, the fake smiles. With a sharp exhale, he snapped his fingers for Steve to continue.

Derek is happy and his satisfied chuckle makes me giggle. My mate is extremely talented. So much so that he pulls me to straddle him and sink down on his huge cock. I woke up hours later and moved slowly. We went at it pretty hard and I knew I would be sore. Derek is huge in the package department. I yawned as I got up, pulled on my clothes and went to check on Levi. Finding him asleep I smile and head out to the kitchen so I can make us food. I'm starving once again and want some stew.

Stacey replied in capital letters. “Thank you for that… wanted to be extremely sure” he texted, showering her with smiling faces. Stacey chuckled and typed, “Lol. Derick, do you have an ex too?” Her fingers hovered nervously over the keys. “Not official,” Derick replied. Stacey’s heart sank slightly. “How?” she asked, curiosity pricking at her chest. “I’ve had some flings, but never brought any of them close,” he answered. A twinge of doubt curled in Stacey’s stomach—who were these girls? Were they from Blueville? Was Monica one of them? She remembered Lily mentioning Monica dating King to get close to him.

After shaking my head no, they all went back to their current conversations. “Damon, how’s Vincent?” “Funny you should ask.” Damon sighed and looked at me. “Excuse me?” I barely got the words out when the office door opened up again. “He’s fine.” Derek walked in with a serious look on his face. “DEREK!” Stella jumped up and ran over to him. My jaw was still on the floor in shock. What the fuck was he doing here? “Hey, sis. How are you?” Derek gave Stella a weak smile. Rif walked over and shook Derek’s hand when Stella let him go. Glancing at Damion, he shrugged in response. Everyone was looking at me, wating to see how I was going to react.

Jordan sighed as he moved opening it up and pausing when he saw who it was. “I honestly don't know whether to punch or kiss you,” Stiles muttered when he took in Derrick’s appearance. There was nothing wrong with him, he looked carefree, relaxed, and had his hands stuffed into jeans when he stared at him. “Hello.” Derrick clenched his teeth together angrily and pulled back glancing over his shoulder at AJ watching them with curious eyes. Those eyes widened when he took in Derrick. “AJ, be the buddy you keep calling me and get out,” he said with a fake smile.

“Who do you think you are to keep me against my will?” Derek didn't reply. In fact, he was stunned by the sudden outbursts. Derek's silence encouraged Lewis to continue. “I think you are feeling like Stygian. Kidnapping and threatening people like it was legal.” Paulo couldn't hold back his laugh anymore. He let out a short mocking life before controlling himself again. Derek was amused by Lewis' ignorance. “Just so you know, young man. I'm Derek Stygian.” Lewis wanted to laugh but his brain quickly calculated everything that had happened. He had never met Stygian before but everything he heard and saw here were similar to the things he had heard about him.

Pure, contained violence wearing a very thin suit. He ended the call. He looked at Lucian first, then Gavin. "Stadium security," he said. "Derek is in the building. Ground floor atrium." He set the phone down on the desk with a deliberate, careful movement that was somehow louder than slamming it. "He has six reporters with him. Camera crews. He told security he is here to conduct an interview with the team's new Private Media Consultant." His eyes moved to mine. "He knows you are here. He knows the title. He knows the floor."

“He touched you, didn’t he?” Arden looked away, lips pressed together. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over.” “No, it’s not over,” Kyle said firmly. “That guy’s a creep. What’s his deal, anyway?” Arden sighed and shook his head. “He’s… someone from my uncle’s house. My cousin.” Kyle blinked. “Wait—that’s Derek? The one you told me about?” Arden nodded quietly. “Yeah. Him.” Kyle’s jaw tightened. “Unbelievable. He still acts like a jerk even outside his house.”