Derek X Stiles Novels & Stories

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.

"Why would I mock a woman who just handed me the keys to the kingdom?" I pressed my back against the cold stone. "I don't know what you're talking about." He stopped inches from me. He smelled of rain, expensive whiskey, and something feral—like cedar and blood. He reached out, his rough thumb tracing the tear track on my cheek. The touch sent a shockwave of heat through me that had nothing to do with the bond and everything to do with fear... and attraction. "Drail is an idiot," Derek murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "He thinks rejecting you makes him strong. He thinks breeding with that snake gives him power."

“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.

Pls comment. The main question is still.... Will Derek make it.

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.”

Jordan sighed as he moved opening it up and pausing when he saw who it was. “I honestly don't know whether to punch or kiss you,” Stiles muttered when he took in Derrick’s appearance. There was nothing wrong with him, he looked carefree, relaxed, and had his hands stuffed into jeans when he stared at him. “Hello.” Derrick clenched his teeth together angrily and pulled back glancing over his shoulder at AJ watching them with curious eyes. Those eyes widened when he took in Derrick. “AJ, be the buddy you keep calling me and get out,” he said with a fake smile.