Derek X Stiles Novelas e Histórias

He grinned, though his eyes betrayed him with a real curiosity. Derek naturally was confident because of his sharp, defined features, his green eyes ever twinkling with an air of mischief. His hair cropped short, dark, and with a bit of stubble, Derek wasn’t as imposing as Liam but with a certain charm to him. Where Liam held himself in reserve, Derek was one of those who would crack the tension with a single smile or some well-timed joke. He was wearing his trademark leather jacket and boots, the image of a person who could take care of himself in a fight, but also in negotiation.

Emma stepped into the office, her heart pounding like she’d walked into a lion’s den. And there he was. Derek Steele. Tall, broad-shouldered, lounging in a black leather chair like sin himself. Dark hair, messy in a way that screamed fuck me and thank me after. Sleeves rolled up to expose muscular forearms. His jawline could cut diamonds. And those eyes—piercing, icy, undressing her without a word. "You’re Emma," he said, voice low and smooth. "Y-yes, sir." "Age?" "Nineteen… last month."

“Yeah… I feel it too.” Just then someone called out from across the hallway. “Well well… look who decided to show up.” Layla turned. Derek Whitman leaned casually against the lockers with three of his friends beside him. Derek was one of the most obnoxious guys in school. Tall,blonde,rich and painfully loud. His father owned a few of the construction companies in the city, and Derek loved reminding everyone about it. He smirked when Layla looked at him. “What?” Layla said flatly.

and triumph. He pulls back. Looks at my face. His smile fades. "What's wrong?" "Derek." One word. His whole body changes. The warmth drains from his face and something cold and sharp replaces it and his grey eyes go gold at the edges. "What did he do?" "He's the leak. He used Priya to get the sketch. He's been selling my designs." Nick's jaw locks. His hands drop from my waist. He turns and scans the backstage and finds Derek standing by the garment rack fifteen feet away, his clipboard on the floor, his face pale, watching us. Nick moves. I've seen Nick move fast before. At the coffee shop when the glass shattered. At the courthouse when Mason cried. But this is different

As I was about to open my locker, I heard screams and squeals from the girls. Enzo had just arrived and he was in a jersey just like Mason. When the scream continued, I got curious to know what it was all about. I darted my eyes around as curiosity shot through me and then, I saw Derek in a jersey as well, surrounded by multiple girls. He was looking so hot and stunning and his eyes narrowed at Mason and Enzo, the Alpha's son. My brows creased and I flicked my gaze at both Mason Enzo and Derek. Since when did Derek join the football team? Is he playing against Mason and Enzo?

A real, deep belly laugh that made his shoulders shake. “Oh my God,” he said, turning back to me, still chuckling. “That’s Derek. Derek from the gym.” I blinked. “You know him?” “Yeah.” He wiped at his eye, grinning. “We play pickup basketball on Saturdays. He’s a personal trainer over at Elite Fitness. Does this gig every year for extra holiday cash. Apparently the tips are insane.” I stared at the stage, then back at him. The resemblance really was uncanny from a distance, same height, same broad build, same salt and pepper thing going on.

He looked horrible. He was disgusted when he saw his image in a mirror. Alexia was almost on the verge of tears when she saw Stiles. She was unable to concentrate on her meeting and Martin had to take over from where she was stopped. " I know that I look horrible." He said and she shook her head. "No, don't say that. You are just fine." Her voice shook as she spoke the words. Stiles looked at his reflection and gave a self-deprecating smile. " I can see myself. I'm not delusional. I think I am dying." He replied. It was the truth.

Tried not to look like I was shaking. Everyone went around and said their names, why they were here. One girl had PTSD. One guy said he’d been to juvie and was trying to get his life right. A woman said her mom died and she couldn’t leave her apartment for three months. Then this guy spoke. Derek. He looked wrecked. There were bags under his eyes, like maybe sleep hadn’t happened for a while. He cleared his throat. “I’m Derek.” His voice was too low at first. “My mom, dad, and sister died in a car accident. I was in it too. I made it out.”

"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