Derek Stiles Novels & Stories

The next thing I saw was Derek stepping in, nose to nose with Adams. "How dare you? She is an amazing woman and I don't want too know from a person like you that what kind of person Stacey is, because your opinion mean fuck to me. Now how about you get out and leave Stacey alone before I tell Miss Megan, your new woman, what exactly you are doing. You were never good enough for her. And you are nothing but an opportunist bastard. And Mister, there must be something wrong with your mind because you lack identifying people, Stacey is a perfect mate material and if possible I would love to have her as my mate over and over again in my whole life."

Steven asked and took a hit from his cigarette. “She said whatever I chose she would support,” Derek answered. Then his cell vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. Then his head lurched forward. He couldn’t believe his eyes. “Excuse me, gentlemen.” He quickly walked to the side of the building and answered. “Hey, stranger. Long time no see,” he answered. “Hello, Derek, darling,” Whitney Bartholomew oozed sensually. “Are you still in London?”

“ I did not know that Sir was a stalker as well, do I need to start looking over my shoulder lest someone stabs me in the back?” She finally raised her head and stared at Derek, today he has dyed his hair in a sunny yellow making him look like an omelette head but with his sharp cheekbones and cruelly cut face that looked as handsome as it looked dangerous, he was able to pull that colour off exceptionally well. Something that she didn’t expect at all.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

“You understand that no matter what I say, it’s not going to sound very good, right? But you shouldn’t hold that against him. I mean, he didn’t even know you were still alive until a few days ago – ” “Just spit it out.” He sighed. “Derek doesn’t do dancing. He doesn’t do after-parties. He doesn’t do photos – not like this. He’ll take pictures with kids, yeah, but not club girls. After a show’s over, he picks a woman… sometimes two or three… and immediately takes them up to his room. Or he’ll get Miles to send up a selection, like room service. He never hangs out at these things afterwards. Never. I’ve never seen him act like this, not once over the last two years.”