Dr Derek Shepherd Novels & Stories

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."

When all the time. Derek was the black wolf: the powerful shifter who destroyed the place and killed Misty Sharpe. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my other shoulder, squeezing me back against the couch. "But…" I mumbled. “But you're a Peyton. I saw it in your family tree. His family hated werewolves.

Derek's alarm sounded the next morning and he stretched his arms expecting to meet warm flesh as usual but his arms met a cold bed, he opened his eyes and looked at the empty bed, memories of what happened flood into his brain and he closed his eyes as if to put away the pain he was feeling, he desperately wanted to believe her yesterday but he couldn't allow himself to get caught in her lies again, she had been seeing Stefan without his knowledge and had hid it from him and when he had come home that day after receiving those photos, he had heard them discussing, rather planning, she was with him for his money, she might have staged a damsel in distress act in the first place to get him to

“Only if I had listened to Mother. If I had, I wouldn’t be in the mess I’m in now, and Kelly would be alive at the very least. I . . . I really am starting to believe Dawson had come here to . . .” He didn’t have to finish the sentence. Catherine knew what he was getting at. She approached him. “I am, too. Derek is a well-known player - way more than Trevor Hudson ever was these days. As far as I know, Trevor never seduced a married woman or any of his girlfriends’ mothers. Having a child would put a slight crimp in Derek’s lifestyle, I’m sure. Rumors in ballrooms have it his parents are becoming more than a little embarrassed by his behavior – especially at his age. I think he’s the same ag

Knowing well of the revelation I got from my expressions, Derek gave me a knowing smirk and I groaned inwardly. “Derek Shepherd is the new partner of Miller agency,” I murmured in disbelief while the accountant washed away all my suspicion by confirming. “Yes, Ma’am, he is.” ARGHHH Swallowing back all the bad curses, I hung up the phone and then finally looked at the devious man in front of me. “Why?” I asked him lividly. “Told you, I am open to new investments,” He shrugged and I couldn’t help but notice his uneven hair growing longer with the stubble around his chin remained.

The teams left the ice for break, but Derek didn’t follow his teammates to the locker room. Instead, he skated over to the announcer’s table and grabbed the microphone while glancing in my direction. “Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice echoed throughout the arena. “I have an announcement to make.” The entire crowd went dead silent. Down on the ice, I saw Hunter stop in his tracks near the tunnel. Seth and Zane froze beside him, all three turning to look at Derek with identical frowns of confusion. “Three weeks ago,” Derek continued, his eyes sweeping the crowd until they found mine, “I found my mate.”

"Is there anything else we should know about you, Derek?" "I've got a thing for country." He responded sheepishly. "I know it's kind of stereotypical, me being from Arkansas and all, but country, you know, cowboys and wide-open pastures, that's my passion. If I wasn't a Guardian, I'd own a large cattle farm." "You two will be the best of friends," Rose said with a large grin looking up at me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at Derek's confused expression, effectively dropping the topic, for now.

"Let me tell you the truth, Sheila. To me, you were nothing but a convenient toy. A tool to let off steam. Did you really think I'd abandon my Luna for an Omega?" "No... That's not true..." Sheila's voice cracked with tears. "Derek, you said you loved me... You said I was better than her..." "You actually believed that?" Derek let out a mocking laugh. "Sheila, did you really think you deserved an Alpha's love?" "What about the pup?" Sheila desperately grasped at her last hope. "That's your blood! You can't do this to me!" "The pup?" Derek's laugh grew even colder. "Are you sure it's mine? Or have you forgotten about that bartender you were sleeping with last month?"

My voice raised an octave. Coming back to such news was really exhilarating for me. It was needed to take my mind off her, yet it was more annoying as my wolf kept acting strange, and what the thought of her do to me? I can’t explain. “We are yet to put his subordinates under any trial, but I’m certain to get words from them. I’ll get down to that right now,” Derek declared with seriousness laced in his words. That’s one thing about Dereek, he’s always up and doing. I can always leave tasks in his hands, while I sit back to celebrate the success.

Derek said in a soft voice. "Oh, so you brought your mistress to our house. What you two did in the brothel wasn't enough, you want to continue in my own house don't you?” snapped Zach. Lia nods in refusal. "Then who is he anyway? Why would you let nothingness come to my house?” Zach asked. Lia started to answer, but Derek cut her off. "I'm Derek, supreme leader... leader of..." he paused, remembering that he wanted to hide his identity from people, especially humans.