Derek Stiles Novels & Stories

Stacy said, trying to hold her tears. My lips quivered, and my vision was blurred as large tear balls formed. What wrong did Halsey do? She was just quietly living her life. She never upset anyone or got into fights. Angry tears fell down my eyes, and I couldn’t help the flow of emotions I was feeling. “She… she was reported missing a few minutes ago.” Stacy concluded, and my breath came out shaky. “Excuse me.” I managed to say, and stormed out of the class. Damn Derek! Damn him! How dare he? How dare he??

“We were just joking around.” Derek looked at me, a look that said he was ashamed of me, and I looked at the ground, blushing harder. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t what it looked like, but then I would have to explain what it actually was, so I kept my mouth shut. He turned back to Tyler and got right in his face. “Don’t think I forgot about all those things you used to do to my girl friends that I brought around growing up,” Derek spat. “You better leave Hailey alone. If you harm one hair on her head, or if I catch you doing anything to her…”

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

Jeremy responded, recognizing the urgency in his subordinate's voice. Lucas, Jeremy's loyal driver, swiftly transported him to one of his secure facilities. As they arrived, three workers escorted them inside, leading them to Derek Lane, a cunning and influential figure responsible for Jeremy's underground dealings. Derek was known for managing illegal transactions and controlling the shadowy world of black markets, making him a vital asset to Jeremy. "Welcome, Boss," Derek greeted with respect. "Derek, why am I here?" Jeremy inquired, his tone reflecting his impatience.

Even my fans became her fans. She stole it all. And I lost it. “No, no—hear me out. Derek is not what you think he is. He’s a manipulator, abuser, and very morally wrong. He violated me, ruined every pride I had left as a woman…don’t let him do that to you. Don’t—“ She kept rambling on and on and fucking on like a chatterbox. “You—“

“Only if I had listened to Mother. If I had, I wouldn’t be in the mess I’m in now, and Kelly would be alive at the very least. I . . . I really am starting to believe Dawson had come here to . . .” He didn’t have to finish the sentence. Catherine knew what he was getting at. She approached him. “I am, too. Derek is a well-known player - way more than Trevor Hudson ever was these days. As far as I know, Trevor never seduced a married woman or any of his girlfriends’ mothers. Having a child would put a slight crimp in Derek’s lifestyle, I’m sure. Rumors in ballrooms have it his parents are becoming more than a little embarrassed by his behavior – especially at his age. I think he’s the same ag

He smashed the phone into pieces with his boots, the phone was left in pieces. The whole hall went dead quiet reacting to Derek's anger. He had always been short tempered and an insane bully. He got away with everything he had done in school just for one reason. Derek was the only heir and child of Presley College founder. The only child from the third generation of Presley, he walked like he owned every room and every one. "Put your damn phones away," Derek hissed. His breath hitching. "If I see a single video or hear this news reach the ears of our dean or anyone outside this class today, I will make your lives miserable. I will ruin your pathetic lives. Do you hear me?!"

“Alright. Of course it had to be in the middle of our lunch rush. Why the hell not after hours or in the early morning?” The voice made my heart hurt. I felt as if I was gasping for air. Stacy put her hand on my shoulder as she handed me my drink. Quickly, I downed the whole thing and she looked at me worriedly. I shook my head, trying to convince myself I was alright not just her. “What’s your name, lawyer of the Mr. Great-and-Almighty-Fucktard Anderson?” Derek cleared his throat. “My name is Derek, Derek Johns.” “Great, two first names. Off to a great start.”

I was rejected! I had to kill to survive, it doesn’t matter who. I turned out to be a merciless leader that steps on the cruel and crush them with my feet. I am going to destroy all of the packs with the rogues, and then Derrick is all mines. Wondering who Derrick might be? He caused my greatest pain. He looked down on me even when he knew we were meant to be, because he couldn’t suffer the humiliation of mating with an omega. He turned his back on me when I felt I had found hope again. He sent me away and into the wild. When the war is over with the other packs, I will go back to my root, and make it mine.

"I am sorry I let my father control me. I am sorry I denied you to save myself. But I am here now, and I am not going anywhere. We are going to fight this together." "But what about your team? Your scholarship? Your future?" I asked desperately. Derek smiled, and it was the first real smile I had seen from him in days. "My future does not mean anything if I have to become someone I hate to get it," he said. "I would rather lose everything and keep my soul than win everything and lose myself." He turned to address the crowd of students that had gathered. "Listen up!" Derek shouted, his voice carrying across the parking lot. "I know what you all think about Lila Richmond. I know what the paint