Mi Vida Con Derek Novels & Stories

" I wiped off the blood from the corner of my lips and stared at the two people before me, claiming to be my parents. "Fine. I'll go if it means Andrea will get treated." Mom and Dad were stunned. They didn't think that I would agree to it so quickly or easily. Mom immediately smiled and praised me for it. "That's my good girl." That night, a black Audi rolled to a stop below our apartment, and Andrea's husband, Kirk Herrera, who'd always been the materialistic type, kicked her out and left her at the door with a dark, displeased look on his face.

Every day he talked to the walls—one minute screaming that Brandon was his son, the next sobbing about his twins. Whenever he had an episode, he'd bash his head against the concrete until the guards had to strap him to a bed and sedate him. He became a genuine madman. Even death was a luxury he couldn't afford. As for his wonderful family, they didn't fare much better. Margaret and Vanessa had spent six years growing accustomed to the lavish lifestyle I'd bankrolled. Once Derek went to prison, they lost their only source of income. They tried to retreat to the family's hometown, only to discover that Derek had secretly sold the house years ago to plug holes in the company's finances.

“Or, you know, maybe you had stank breath. Large quantities of alcohol don’t make for great kisses.” “Hey!” I said. Maybe she was right. I discreetly breathed into my hand, trying to smell my own breath. “I saw that!” Michelle said with a sympathetic chuckle. “All I’m saying is, this is a minor blip on the Derek-and-Savannah timeline. He divorced his wife for you, right? He’s always been in love with you, right?” “Right,” I said uncertainly. I remembered the smell of car exhaust and gasoline as I sneaked into the car repair shop. Derek had brought their car in for an oil change, and I’d planted a used condom in the back seat.

“What no? I can’t do that. It’s- it’s go-“ what was I going to say? Would I defend him again after everything? “Look Eden, I’ve met with most chicks like you, they want something they’ve never had and when they get it they automatically get attached like it’s their life source.” “Look who ever you think yo-“ “It’s Derek. My name is Derek.” He interrupted holding his cup above his head. “You don’t understand Derek, it’s different. What Kevin and I have-“

"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."

Derek was more than just my partner, he was closer. "Yeah I guess, how is everything going? Derek said trying to make this conversation light hearted. 'Derek, I swear to God, you better tell me what is going on with you or I will kill you, limb by limb. "Actually I am already on the brink of death, so I am sorry but it seems you are going to wait for your turn. Derek said chuckling softly before he bit back his groan of agony. 'Derek, where are you right now. What the hell happened, talk to me. I said already letting my emotions get the best of me.

"I really don't know what you're talking about." "Of course you don't," he said, unbuckling his belt. "I'm not here to have sudden sex. So take a deep breath and listen to me. Jace is your werewolf mate and I am your sex mate, or call me fuck mate. Fuck buddies type shit, you know?" "That happened in the past. I don't need a fuck buddy anymore." I said with a grin, reaching the walls now. "I said don't panic. I'm not here to harm you." Derek continued as I took a deep breath. "Fine. I'm back into your life to fuck you as much as I would want. Ready to have that deal with me?"

I said to him, sighing, taking in his scent. “Baby, never doubt my love for you. There is nothing I want more than for people to know you are mine. The sooner I can place my mark on you, the better.” He said as he kissed the top of my head. “Derek, how old are you?” I asked him. “Twenty one in a few weeks. I know you said you are eighteen soon. When is your birthday?” He asked me. “May twenty-fifth.” He laughed when he heard what I said. I didn’t know what was so funny about that.

Derek said in a luring tone. " Ruckus knows that I am.alive . " " What?" Vieira asked. " What do you mean he knows that you are alive?" Derek asked , a scowl forming over his face. " Not only dies he know that I am.alive, he equally knows that I am Luna in the pack." Derek's eyes widened. " Are you aware of what you are saying right now? You mean he has his eyes on the pack that I rule over. You know that is obviously whst you are trying to imply right now, don't you?"

I said as I smiled. “I would have made a more handsome partner than Klaus.” Derek said as I rolled my eyes. “And more arrogant.” I said as we both laughed. Derek and I talked about random subjects that excluded our reasons for being in a private nightclub, drinking our sorrows and frustrations away as we laughed. “Derek, I want to leave Los Angeles and go somewhere far away in America then maybe after that go to Japan or Czech Republic. Live the simple human life I never got, get a job and explore later on.” I confessed as Derek stared at me.