Novel & Cerita Life With Derek Surprise

Fried chicken, fries, and a suspiciously suspicious-looking side of coleslaw tumbled onto the pristine marble floor. “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no!” I squeaked, flailing. God! The sound of laughter. This time it wasn’t a small chuckle, it was a collective, echoing ha-ha, directed entirely at me. My dignity? Shattered. My confidence? Exploded. My desire to teleport back to my bedroom? Desperate. And Derek? He walked over. Slowly. Deliberately. Like he was assessing the damage. Me, the food, the marble…and deciding which part of my life he wanted to ruin first.

I pulled out my phone to snap a cute pic of them, but then—breaking news. Cassie had tracked Luke down. Scissors in hand, demanding he marry her. He said no. They fought on the stairs. Both fell. Cassie died instantly—stabbed by her own blade. Luke survived, but barely. Now he's in a vegetative state. The headline sent a chill through me. They destroyed each other. Me? I was swimming in love—and more money than I could ever spend. I'd never been happier.

We inherited the gift of music thanks to dad, he loved to sing as a young man, now he has dedicated his life to business, but I would have loved to see him sing and be happy. I am content to hear him sing once in a while, he has a very good voice. I'm so focused on the melody that I didn't notice that my cell phone has been ringing for a while for a call. When I see the number of the girl I've been writing to from time to time I don't hesitate to answer, thinking about the joke I'm going to tell her but when I hear her sobs I close my mouth abruptly and without understanding it very well my concern increases. I don't know her, but she is a human being. And we all deserve a helping hand when

“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

Rumors called Clive Hartley many things—brujo, shaman, zombie, the walking dead, even—but Derek had never believed them, always figuring they were bullshit stories and nothing else. Now, however? He desperately hoped the stories were true, because if not . . . he was fucked. “People say you know about this kinda shit. Ya gotta help me.” Clive Hartley leaned into hissing lantern light, bright green eyes narrowed, deep lines creasing his thick skin. “Somethin’s growin inside ya. Ken see it in yer eyes.” “Please.” A pause. Hartley folded his hands on the wooden table. “Tell me how.” Derek shuddered as pieces of himself fell away inside.

“Shit, did I say that out loud?” I nodded and Mrs., miller responded. “Yes, you did,” “I fucked up,” She screeched. As if it was planned, Derek opened the door and walked in. We all stared at him at the same time. “You threw me a surprise birthday party,” I said. Derek ran his hand through his hair and turned to Arianna. “I know I fucked up, Derek. I’m so sorry,”

Derek wiped my tears with his hands. “Momma, do not cry.“ He said. Joy filled my heart. This is the first time Derek called my mother. Dyrus has been put to shame. I am so happy. I am so sad. I just saved my son and unfortunately, I just placed my brother in danger. Unlucky me! I am so unfortunate, why can't my life be as easy as Lisa's? My twin sister, Lisa never finds difficulty in anything she lays her hands on, she does things smoothly but why not me? I carried Derek in my arms with a fake smile worn on so he won't get worried about me.

My legs moves automatically to my doorstep I stop ok opening the door I had not wished Laura a happy birthday changing my course of direction I love towards her door, my nostrils picks up a scent I'm not ready to inhale, Opening the doors to her room I see both laura and Derek seated on the bed, Laura looks up time with that same qiden smile she had on her face earlier it can't be possible, she can't have that smile on her face all through till now something or someone must have made her happy Derek looks towards me with a smug grin stuck to his face, "Whats with the smile I ask once more" "Derek planned out a party for me, he's helping me celebrate my birthday tonight" "Did he?" "He's grea

“I…” Bri started, then stopped. Derek was the first to snap out of it. He blinked twice, and then to my complete disbelief, he burst into laughter. It was the kind of laugh that came from someone who had just narrowly escaped disaster and didn’t quite know how else to process it. “Oh my God,” he said between breaths. “Bri.” She looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “What?” “Can you do that again?” he asked, gesturing wildly toward the tub. “Like—at the front? With the blood?”

"I'll stress over that later, for the present, I'm glad that I will be able to make every moment count and I'm great at it." "So you believe you're greater at racing than sex? Does that mean the pornstar dream is out?" I'm living in a porno as of now, he thought. "That is Plan B. I have to go." "Hey hang on," Derek said. "In the event you wind up dead, I better let you know something. I disdain clutching things and you would need to know this before you go to the extraordinary porno overhead." "I'm not winding up dead." "Then, I better not let you know I saw Sarah, in high heels and a miniature skirt."