Derek X Stiles Novels & Stories

Not today girl, I wasn’t going to look like a clash today. By the time we stepped out of the room, Elara’s arm was looped through mine, her chatter filling the hallway. I let her drag me along, the picture of two friends about to spend a carefree afternoon. My stomach, however, remained tight with the weight of what I knew and I was conscious of everything that was going on. The door creaked open, sunlight spilling across the large pack house windows and there, in an awkward looking trouser, stood Derek. You see, Derek had always had plans of becoming a model, he and his twin sister Daniella, but they hadn’t gotten any gigs yet.

Derek raised his glass. “It’s time,” he whispered. “Everything is falling into place.” Derek adjusted his tie in the mirror, a slow, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He had chosen a dark navy suit. It was sharp, expensive, trustworthy. The kind of look that screamed “I’m the stable one.” He ran a hand through his hair, imagining Noelle’s tear-streaked face. She would be vulnerable right now. Broken. Roman had done half the work for him by pulling away like a coward.

"Sure" On the other hand, Derek looked extremely pleased with his work. He is looking at the pictures of him with Sierra. He had to admit, they look intimate. Derek rubbed himself suggestively. How he wished to hold her and kiss her. He succeeded in making everyone believe that she is his girlfriend. Now, even if Xavier or Sierra try to announce to the world that she is not his girlfriend, no one would believe them. These pictures would not let anyone believe either. Derek is expecting Xavier to act quickly and erase all the traces of these pictures online. But that's useless considering how many people have already seen and downloaded these pictures.

I turned away suddenly from the commander, hearing the male voice behind me, when I turned around, I saw a young man, tall and like all others with broad shoulders, strong arms and long legs, his face was quite symmetrical, his blue eyes very intense, and hair in an amazing chocolate shade. — Derek, as always you have the gift to arrive in the best hours. — He pronounced Chase, and I saw a provocation in his words, but soon he smiled at the young man. Derek smiled at the commander, his arms were crossed in the chest and his muscles looked even bigger, in his chin was born a very thin beard, even with his amazing physique and his deep voice his eyes were of a boy, and I suspected you weren’t

As I observed things still in my disguise, my hate for this village grew by the second but I was not here to fight now. Just then I sensed Derrick was close by, I walked fast to hide by the stall of jewelry seller who sits by the market place. I was not fast enough because as I passed, we kind of locked gaze but I wasn’t sure he could recognize me under my disguise. DERRICK’S POV As I made my way through the market place that evening, I had Max who is my very good friend with me. He has been assisting me with preparations for my wedding with Becky who is the daughter of a Beta. I just happen to like her but not as much as getting married to her, but Max convinced me to get married to her, he

It made his skin glow in the light, and his cheeks redden when he realized I was looking at him. "This is Derek. And that is Stiles." He introduced them both to me. They each reached out and shook my hand. Their smiles were warm, and they had an almost angelic quality to them. "Hi. It is nice to meet you both." I responded to them politely. "It is nice to finally meet you too, Em." Derek replied. "Likewise." Stiles added. After we exchanged pleasantries with each other, Derek took my hand and led me towards one of the couches. Once we sat down, he pulled me onto his lap.

“Are you a friend of Olivia’s?” Derek narrowed his eyes at the man and decided at that moment that he didn't like him. He leaned back slightly, one arm resting along the back of the booth, posture relaxed — deceptively so. “You could say that,” he replied coolly. “I’m Derek Hawthorne. Izzy’s brother.” “Oh.” said Jack as eyes ran over Derek slowly now — assessing height, build, presence. Measuring. He extended his hand. “I’m Jackson Stewart,” he said, grip waiting. “Olivia’s boyfriend.”

“Alright. Of course it had to be in the middle of our lunch rush. Why the hell not after hours or in the early morning?” The voice made my heart hurt. I felt as if I was gasping for air. Stacy put her hand on my shoulder as she handed me my drink. Quickly, I downed the whole thing and she looked at me worriedly. I shook my head, trying to convince myself I was alright not just her. “What’s your name, lawyer of the Mr. Great-and-Almighty-Fucktard Anderson?” Derek cleared his throat. “My name is Derek, Derek Johns.” “Great, two first names. Off to a great start.”