Derek Stiles Novels & Stories

Beverly said flatly. “I . . . I know it looks a little bleak, but I still believe in this arrangement. I just have to stay the course. If Christopher and I can’t find common ground to be friends with benefits, at least I’ll have financial security when it’s over.” A man approached them. “Excuse me,” he said with a smile. He had dark, thick hair and he wore a purple shimmering dress shirt. “My name is Derek Dawson.” Derek had a perfectly straight nose and dark smoldering eyes that a woman could get lost in if she wasn’t careful.

Alexander's POV** The stark, empty corridors of the building echoed with my hurried footsteps. My mind whirred with strategic calculations as I made my way to Derek’s body. Every decision from here needed to be precise and meticulous—any slip-up could mean chaos for our already fragile peace. I reached the room and paused for a moment before entering. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door, the metallic tang of blood immediately hitting my nostrils. Derek's lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, a pool of crimson spreading around him. Seeing him like this, despite knowing the circumstances, didn’t invoke any sorrow. Derek had been a cruel, ruthless wolf who thought he could take what

"Stefan isn't getting out. But... the problem is Derek." Gigi frowned, leaning forward slightly. "What about Derek?" "They haven't been able to convict Derek of any serious crime yet," I admitted bitterly, the anger flaring fresh in my chest. "He’s been sitting in that interrogation room for weeks with a high-priced defense lawyer. He’s claiming he had no idea Stefan was going to attack us. He’s claiming he just called Stefan to 'pick up his ex-wife' and that whatever Stefan did afterward was completely done on his own, he has nothing to do with it."

I turned away suddenly from the commander, hearing the male voice behind me, when I turned around, I saw a young man, tall and like all others with broad shoulders, strong arms and long legs, his face was quite symmetrical, his blue eyes very intense, and hair in an amazing chocolate shade. — Derek, as always you have the gift to arrive in the best hours. — He pronounced Chase, and I saw a provocation in his words, but soon he smiled at the young man. Derek smiled at the commander, his arms were crossed in the chest and his muscles looked even bigger, in his chin was born a very thin beard, even with his amazing physique and his deep voice his eyes were of a boy, and I suspected you weren’t

Before she could say anything more, Derek stormed in. His presence was a dark cloud, his smirk a permanent fixture, a constant reminder of my precarious position. "Hazel," he sneered, "you're needed in the penthouse. Markos wants to see you. And don't think you're special just because you have his attention. Your days are numbered. I'll make sure Markos sees you for the snake you are. He shouldn't be with trash like you."

It was the handwork of his friend, Derek. Derek was a construction engineer who owned a construction company. He had cashed out massively from the project and climbed the ladder too. The office telephone rang. He turned and stole a glance at it. Who was it? Or what was the matter? He had canceled every appointment he had for the day except for his best friend, Derek, of course, who never came to his office on formal notice. Everything about Derek was off and became even weirder as the moments passed by. He walked to the telephone.

They were the elite students of our tiny school, the boys who made the entire town proud. And then there were the cheerleaders. Cindy Stewart, Laura Winsor and Trisha Smith, the trio who were always hanging around the two boys. It was difficult to say who was dating who but the three girls have been involved with both Derek and Alex at different times. But while Derek was a known flirt, Alex was the more reserved type who people didn't want to get near easily because of his 'stuck-up' vibe. In general, Alex hardly spoke and was positioned as the soccer team goal-keeper, while Derek was the quarterback.

Derek leaned against the wall, flipping the padded stick from training in his hand like it was a toy. “You’re in a good mood,” Kael said. Derek didn’t look surprised to see him. “Watching the ghost grow teeth was entertaining,” he replied. Kael stepped closer. “Leave her alone.” Derek laughed. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” The stick spun lazily in Derek’s fingers. “She embarrassed herself,” he said. “I barely touched her.” Kael’s gaze didn’t shift. “You knocked her down four times before she moved.” “And?” “And I don’t like bullies.”

Justin was yet to come back, and with my knowledge of male fashion, I seized an opportunity by taking a chance on my job as an assistant. When I told Derek that I was going to be the one to style him, he got a little bit disappointed but still allowed me to do my job. I got him stylized with simple jeans, trousers, a rocker top, and a leather jacket. Derek had already gone on the show after the commercial break when Justin arrived with a man. "Wait! Did Gena come back?". He stepped forward to me and asked. "No, she didn't." I replied. "Okay, so who styled Derek?". He kept on asking questions.

Derek looks a little panicked now, “I think there are some misunderstandings here. Your friend, Quill, comes from a very ancient line of werewolves, Taylor. He had to be tied down to teach himself to calm down and there was nothing I could do.” “You’re lying! You’ve been heading to the tunnels-“ “Because I’ve been investigating the attack on the students!” Derek snaps, suddenly, before sighing and rubbing his forehead. “The Director asked me to help her investigate these attacks on the students, Taylor.” “Y-You’re lying,” I suddenly feel unsure of myself. “Look, I can prov-“ He falls silent, holding up a hand, and then before I can so much as blink, he darts towards me, his face a vicious ma