Derek X Stiles Novelas e Histórias

"No. I like them this way. It's one of the few things about my life I have control over. I've always liked wearing them this way." Noelle squeezed my hand in understanding, "I was just teasing. You look amazing, period." My stomach was doing a jerky little nervous dance as we went down the stairs. Derek was crouched in front of the big fireplace getting the fire started. He was wearing jeans, but his shirt was faux suede that matched his blue eyes. He turned to look at us and sort of froze. Slowly, with the grace of a huge cat, he got to his feet and came over to where we stood at the foot of the stairs.

Derek’s voice came through low, steady, threaded with static. “You see it?” Derek asked. “I see it,” Chris said quietly. “He’s pushing through Meridian East first.” “That’s not the real exit,” Derek replied. “It’s a decoy. He always does that.” Chris smiled faintly. “Still hiding behind habits.” “Still thinking no one’s watching.” Chris leaned forward, fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Talk me through it.” On the other end, Derek exhaled. Chris could picture him—sleeves rolled up, glasses off, eyes sharp with that familiar mix of frustration and loyalty.

I looked at my stained hand and flushed, catching the drill, he laughed and took a seat at the table. “Hello sir, I’m Xavie, it’s nice to meet you.” I noticed Kian was signing something to him but the minute he saw that I knew, he stopped. Derek just laughed at him before once more paying attention to me. “Sir?” He scoffed. “You’re family now, just call me Derek and ignore your husband's grumpy ass.”

The most powerful man in our world, feared by some, respected by all. My mate. The one person who should’ve been by my side today… couldn’t even be bothered to send a text. I stared at the screen longer than I should have, hoping maybe something would pop up. It didn’t. And somehow, even though I’d seen this kind of coldness from him before, it still hurt. Disappointed, I slipped my phone back into my clutch and straightened up in time to spot Derek. Derek was tall. Standing at 6 foot 7, he was often mistaken for a basketball player. His tall frame moved determinedly like a storm, crossing the aisle in just a few strides, cutting through people without apology. He didn’t even wait until we w

I yelled banging my fist on the wooden table in front of me. "Look Xavier, I know you don't like Tara. But she's the only daughter and treasure of the syndicate Lord Xeus. Are you sure you're ready to compete with Xeus?" Derek lowered his voice to speak. "I plan on telling his daughter that I don't want to go on with the wedding arrangement with her, I mean I still don't feel anything for her. I've been trying for a long time to grow feelings for her, but all this while, I still don't feel connected to her" I replied with a voice filled with distress.

Missed their tour this SUCKS need petition to get another one NOW OMG I <3 Derek Kane he is so hot I need to marry him NOW #DerekKane So overrated. Really shitty band think they’re Led Zeppelin or the Doors IDIOTS Riley is one badass bitch! #badass #bitch #punkrock #drums #Riley Another hundred entries slowly scrolled up the screen before I saw it: Holy shit, I just saw Derek Kane checking in at the Wynn in Vegas! #DerekKane #mindblown And then, beneath it, there was a slightly blurry shot of Derek at a fancy concierge desk, dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing when he left my room earlier that morning.

CHAPTER 33 Freckles Derek stood motionless as he scrolled through his playlist for the perfect song to play. He had almost nothing on except a pair of tight designer briefs, the kind where the elastic waistband is all that covered your rear. His chest was patterned with crisscrossing tan lines from high school football workouts, each one a reminder of his commitment to discipline and excellence. The track finished loading, and soft music began to emanate from his speakers. "What do I do for love?" Derek sang along in a smooth voice that would have melted any heart within a half-mile radius. There was nothing to do for love but he sang along anyway. All these were done to take his mind off th

He smashed the phone into pieces with his boots, the phone was left in pieces. The whole hall went dead quiet reacting to Derek's anger. He had always been short tempered and an insane bully. He got away with everything he had done in school just for one reason. Derek was the only heir and child of Presley College founder. The only child from the third generation of Presley, he walked like he owned every room and every one. "Put your damn phones away," Derek hissed. His breath hitching. "If I see a single video or hear this news reach the ears of our dean or anyone outside this class today, I will make your lives miserable. I will ruin your pathetic lives. Do you hear me?!"

she announced. “I know,” Derrick said casually. “What!” Stacey gasped. “How do you know?” “I was there.” Stacey’s eyes widened. “Are you stalking me, Derrick?” “Not really,” he shrugged. “I just want to make sure you’re fine.” Stacey shook her head at his ridiculous answer. “Derrick, I’m fine. I mean… don’t you have class or something?” “I’m a straight-A student,” Derrick said with way too much pride.