Shameless Cast Derek Novels & Stories

“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

My smile faltered slightly. “Well, isn’t that just so thoughtful of you? For a second, I almost believed you. But then, let’s be real, you were just as awful to her as anyone else. So save the act. You’re nothing more than a wild baboon who escaped the zoo.” Derek’s jaw tightened, and he took a step closer like he wanted to swing at me. That would have improved my mood though. “Say that again,” He said, voice low and shaking. I stood there, completely unbothered. “You’re a wild baboon who should’ve been tossed into rehab ages ago, maybe then you’d learn to act like a decent human.”

Vers didn't know anything to make him their target, and the relationship should have ended, why still disturbed him? Gale got up from his seat, grabbed his jacket which was on the couch, but he forgot, the thick jacket with high quality lining material was damaged after splashed with acid. Luckily it can keep the liquid out or else Verss could get worse, Gale wasn't wearing it, just took it and left the room, just as Derek appeared. "Uh Gale? Where are you going?" Ask Derek. Gale looked Derek from head to toe, at least he could trust him enough.

“Just saying. Better keep it away from me, then. That’s what you get for stopping my shine. That Wuckert guy? Total Freemason recruiter vibes. The vest, now this mysterious gift—classic.” “He’s not Freemason,” I say, sliding the watch into my bag. “Look, I told you my marriage to Alex was fake, didn’t I?” Derek groans. “Jesus Christ, Dana. No, you didn’t. I haven’t seen or spoken to you today. You abandoned me in the lobby like a stray dog.” “Get serious, Derek.” “Okay. Serious face on.”

“DAMN…!!!” Derek cursed and I shook my head as I watched him struggling from the kitchen. Apparently, the sex at the beach day was my last day here, but then later, Mr. Derek Shepherd, cunningly convinced me into staying here for a few more days because he hasn’t gotten enough of his shares from me. It felt so sweet at that time, but later only I realized that he was asking for more sex indirectly. PERVERT And now, he has brought a huge LED for us to watch a movie together.

Thorian, undeterred, growled in anger, positioning himself defiantly with everyone behind him, a united front against the enigmatic threat. Derek, exhibiting his usual nonchalant demeanor, rolled his eyes at the unfolding drama. "Always being the one in the spotlight," he remarked, earning a disapproving glare from Liam. It was not the time for Derek's typical banter, especially with the gravity of the situation hanging in the air.

Every time we were together, Noah had lingered there. It turned out that spot reminded him of his first love. Every bit of tenderness I'd believed in had been an illusion. The truth struck me like a bolt of lightning. I let out a hollow laugh and went straight to the hospital that night to have the mole removed. Exhausted, I collapsed into bed as soon as I got home. In a fitful sleep, Noah's face kept appearing and fading away. All that remained was his voice, scolding me, calling me shameless.

He looked exactly as he had three years ago—young, cocky, with that trademark smirk that had once driven Damien to distraction. In his previous life, Damien had found Derek's attitude insufferable. The constant sarcasm, the way he seemed to take perverse pleasure in needling Damien when he was at his lowest, the apparent disdain for their friendship that had once meant everything to both of them. It wasn't until Derek lay dying in that warehouse, Marcus's bullet in his chest, that Damien had finally understood the truth.

“I've had enough of your face around here, woman. I warned you but you didn't listen.” My jaw clenched. What was he rambling about? He leaned closer, hissing in my face. “I want you to do something and get the fuck out of my face. Just one favour, you thief. Tell them what you are, especially Arthur.” I laughed in a sharp way. “You think they don’t know?” He flinched. “You think Arthur doesn’t already know what I am? I wear my shame like a coat, Derek. But you?” I let my eyes drift down on him with disgust. “You are a living coat of secrets. What would happen if one of your secrets gets out?

"She had the effrontery to show up here. How shameless of her," "The audacity!" "Ruining another woman's home. You must really be proud of being shameless," "I wonder how she is going to explain to her kids that they were illegitimate kids," This was so satisfying. I turned to Derek, tears streaming down my cheeks as I spoke. "Why, Derek? I loved you with everything in me. You told me you loved me. Why did you do this to us?" I sobbed. "He is so shameless!" "He don't deserve your tears. Don't cry because of that bastard,"