Romans & histoires Derek X Stiles

“Pietra! He hugged me, his muscles tense. Derek was a fitness junkie. He was always at the gym or going for a run or participating in one of those firefights where you swing ropes like Tarzan. This meant that their hugs could be quite intense. “Derek… I can't breathe. I flailed my arms uselessly as he squeezed the air from my lungs. Derek released me. “You smell really bad,” he said, smiling as he ran his fingers through his short, wavy black hair. “I really wish everyone would stop pointing that out. “It's hard not to. Do you want to take a shower?

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.

When I pushed open the heavy wooden door of the hallway to head back to our table, I found Derek leaning casually against the exposed brick wall near the corridor. ​He was holding his denim jacket over his arm, looking up as the door clicked shut. ​"Hey," I smiled, surprised to see him standing there. "Everything okay?" ​"Yeah," Derek said softly, pushing off the wall. He rubbed the back of his neck, a dry, slightly wry smirk touching his lips. "Just heading out early. Early shift at the hospital tomorrow." He paused, studying my face with a quiet, intense curiosity. "You know... you never mentioned you were dating the Jax Cole of the NBA."

he growled. “I'm sorry that he did that but I'm still curious,” I said with blinking doe eyes. Rolling his eyes he let out a long breath of air and grinned. “My father is the Wolves high council member Derek Stevens,” he said quickly and I gasped. “Holy shit! You're like royalty!” He shook his head and waved around the room. “Royalty that lives like a pauper is more like it,” he said firmly. “May I borrow one of your highnesses clean t-shirts,” I giggled.

“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…”

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

Even when Syzar had tested him, Derek had been ready to sell her offfor his own. “You think a rahl will really love you? ,” Derek spat, his eyes locking with both of them. “You will rue the day. You betrayed ,me-” He coughed, sputtering more blood onto the snow. Just as his strength left him, his head slumped to the ground, his eyes devoid of life. And just like that, Derek was dead. The sound of the cold wind traveled through the tents. As victory spread, the roars grew louder. Xaden had placed his father’s head on a spike as he pulled off his heavy hood to show his identity .

Taylor asked the dashing dude who was gawking at him. Derek cleared his throat self-consciously, trying to recover from his initial shock. “Um, I’m here to see Rachel.” “And who are you?” Derek blinked, surprised by the guy’s audacity. Who was he, by the way? Rachel’s boyfriend? “I am Derek Fraser.” “Yeah… so, am I supposed to know you? Although, I must admit that you sort of look familiar, I’m sure I’ve never met you. I’m really good with faces.”

"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

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.”