Derek Venturi Novels & Stories

Derek didn't flinch, he just looked his grandfather in the eye, "Yes, there were. It was a sudden decision on my part to hire her. She accepted the offer and relocated from her home in New York to join us in Oregon." "I see. I understand there was someone else involved in your decision. Can you give us her name please, for the record?" Derek simply nodded, "Yes, an offer was also extended to Elizabeth Anne Summers, who is not with us here today." As comprehension dawned on me, a shout went up from somewhere in the back of the auditorium. Derek and I turned, but I couldn't tell what was happening with the lights in my eyes. As my eyes adjusted, I saw a man running down the aisle. He vaulted o

I watched as the door quietly closed behind Derek. There was this sinking pit in my stomach. It was clear that Derek was working with Zach. Still, there isn’t much that Derek wouldn’t have been able to figure out. Other than making sure we are going to the correct location, it was a basic attack. So, I wasn’t worried about Derek stealing information. Plus, it sounds like Vincent had told him everything. Derek is Vincent’s beta so that would be natural. We tell Damon just about everything.

Derek had always been one of my closest friends among the Alphas, and if anyone would be willing to help with our plan, it would be him. Alpha Derek of Riverside Pack stepped out of his SUV with characteristic confidence, his sandy brown hair catching the afternoon sunlight. At thirty-two, he was one of the younger Alphas but had already earned respect for his fair leadership and sharp wit. More importantly for our purposes, he had a particular dislike for Alphas who abused their power. "Aidan!" Derek's face lit up with genuine pleasure as he spotted me. "Good to see you, my friend. How are you finding the Golden Wolf network?"

We could take them if it came to that. Derek sat at the center of a large U-shaped leather booth, legs spread arrogantly, a glass of amber liquor in his hand. I took the seat directly opposite him, the marble table between us acting as both a barrier and a battlefield. Our men stood behind us like statues, hands hovering near their weapons. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Don Wani,” Derek said, flashing a smug smile. “But I’ll admit… I’m quite disappointed.” I leaned back slightly, my eyes never leaving his. “Disappointed by what exactly?”

We were under an umbrella just a few steps from the people walking down the freeway. I ordered pancakes and pineapple juice, while Derek chose waffles. I continued paging through the menu while we waited for our food. Derek's phone rang on the table. He quickly moved to answer it. "Morning, Mother, you will never believe who I am with this morning. Clara is here." Derek smiled as he answered it. He paused, staring past me. "Since we are already having this conversation, I think I've made a decision." He paused. "I already have one child on the way. I've decided I don't want more children, and I'm getting a vasectomy." He said.

Of course, Derek would be happy to provide it to me. Currently, Derek Antonio is still hiding in the crocodile sanctuary owned by Mr. Jose, and he knows that many people out there want to kill him, so he must be vigilant all day long. Derek Antonio thought that one day he might die, so if Nicko gave him a chance to return to the land of winter and reclaim his inheritance. If so, he will share with Nicko 70 per cent with Nicko and the rest for himself.

he asked, as though the truth wasn't staring him in the face. “Yes,” I said calmly, “It is.” “You're back in the industry,” a bitter laugh escaped him, “why didn't you tell me?” I lifted my brows sharply, “I didn't think I owed you that information.” Before Alex could respond, Derek stepped forward, offering a cordial smile. “Is everything alright here?” Derek asked. Alex looked Derek up and down, “And you are?” “Derek Harlan,” Derek replied, “Event sponsor, business consultant. A friend of Elena's.”

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—“

“You're taking too much to kill this slut.” Derek smiled. “You’ve gotta trust the process, Mac. Don't worry about it. I have a few things I need to check. After that, we'll be good to go.” He gave me a lustful look and ran a finger down to the exposed part of my chest. I squealed and tried to inch away from his touch. “Well,” Mac grumbled. “Fine then. I look forward to experiencing it.” His eyes roamed my body. “Spitfires always have the most amazing cunts.”

One year later… Derek stretched his long legs and reclined in his seat as his private jet gunned through the clouds, on its way back to the United States. He’d spent the last four days in Santorini, Greece, celebrating his 32nd birthday with his friends and a bunch of exotic girls. It was supposed to be a seven-day holiday, but by the third day which was the day after his birthday, he had begun to grow restless. He missed his job and just eating, drinking, and having sex with random girls was beginning to bore him.