Derek X Stiles Novels & Stories

He had turned into a dark, dangerous and calculating being. Furthermore, he grabbed the man by the collar and made him kneel on the floor in front of him. The man tried to wage himself with his hand, placing them on the ground in front of him so to be able to balance well. Without skipping a beat, Derek put his foot on both his hands, the hands that touched just her shoulders, and he stood down on them, as if he wanted to break them, so he won'tbe able to use the hands again to touch another shoulder.

In response, Derek casually brings his heavy fist down right on top of the man's bald skull, knocking him out cold instantly. "Your tongue talks too much," Derek mutters, lowering his blood-stained knuckles. Scott and the rest of the onlookers gulp down their spit nervously. This lone wolf is incredibly bold. Stiles Stilinski is notorious across the Crescent Ridge Territory for his pure brutality. Of Beacon Moon City's four underground district leaders, Stilinski is the youngest but by far the most vicious. His name alone makes young pups stop crying at night. Yet here stands Derek, looking completely unconcerned. Does his inner wolf truly possess no fear of a bloody death?

And that’s when I saw them. A group of boys, maybe six of them or… I really suck at counting with my eyes. I do that with my finger but I dare not do that here. They are all impossibly tall, all wearing those “I was born to be a quarterback” smiles, clustered around a snooker table by the pool. The water reflected the dim string lights overhead, giving everything an otherworldly glow. And in the middle of it all …because of course there had to be a centerpiece…stood Derek Hayes. Yes, you heard right. Derek Hayes. The one whose name made teenage girls across the city swoon. The one who could probably bench press my entire life savings without breaking a sweat. The one whose reputation as a ba

“Paging Dr. Blackthorn to reception.” Ryleigh sat down and waited. A few minutes later, the double doors opened, and Derek stepped through, looking like he’d just walked out of a magazine. His white dress shirt was neatly tucked into charcoal slacks, and his doctor’s coat fell clean and sharp over his shoulders. His dark hair was slightly tousled like he’d run his hands through it between appointments. “Ryleigh,” he said, crossing the lobby. “What are you doing here?” “I wanted to surprise 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

Derek groaned. He utilized the opportunity to pour out his heart because he knew that the opportunity might not show up again. Derek's attitude didn't just stun George, it also took Dave by surprise. He doesn't know Derek to be that violent. He always thought that Dexter was the wolf in sheep's clothing. However, Derek proved him wrong with his attitude.

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

I butted in. Derek sighed. "Oh, you broke my heart, pretty boy. You broke my heart. I'm in pains." I shook my head. Derek hadn't changed at all. He flirted with every handsome guy he came across, regardless of who they were. He was a petite, pretty thing with blonde hair. Derek was a well-known stylist and make-up artist with a good sense of humour. On many occasions, he'd styled me up for my photo shoots. "I'm going to get changed now."

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.

he commanded, waving me away. I skedaddled out of the living room immediately before he changed his mind and decided to proceed with undressing me, but just as I reached the stairs, I heard something that made me stop. “What do you mean you let him go already?” Derek sounded furious. I heard nothing for a while, and then all of a sudden, Derek started laughing boisterously. “Well, life is surely full of surprises, isn’t it? Do me a favour. Do not breathe a word of this to my wife. She would be more terrified if she were to find out her stalker is someone with such influence,” he said.