Shameless Cast Derek Novels & Stories

But Santiago knew that between the grueling hockey schedule and family visits, Isaac was going to be the one left in the cold—and he hated it. "I’m finishing up!" Isaac shouted from the back of Bella Vida Salon when the chime signaled a visitor. He stepped out expecting Santiago, only to find the ghost of his past. "Derek?" Isaac froze. Derek Coleman looked every bit the golden-boy Alpha—lean, muscular, and deceptively approachable. "What are you doing in my shop?" "I ruined things," Derek said, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. "Excuse me?" "I’m sorry about the confrontation at the estate the other night," Derek said, looking uncharacteristically humbled.

“but do you think I cannot tell what you’re up to? Do you think I’m stupid or blind?” “You...!” Derek blushed with shame and exasperation instantly. Since Hazel had already made it clear, how could he not figure out Hazel had seen him through? Now it looked like a fig leaf on him had been removed. How embarrassing! “Hazel Crowe, I, I’m trying to persuade you, don’t be ungrateful!” he said angrily. However, he seemed to think he was being too shameless. After saying these words, he gave out a snort and ran away.

Derek and Cameron would never be best friends because of Derek’s affair with Cameron’s first wife, but at least they could be civil and at times friendly. Caitlin got Constance a new can of mace, which she loved. She said she had run out. Who Constance used her last one on? Who knows and no one asked. Chelsea gave Chastity a red satin blouse. Chastity didn’t know where or when she would wear it. As pretty as it was, it was too flashy for a soon-to-be nun. Chastity gave Derek a box filled with coal. Everyone laughed so hard and long Chastity didn’t think they would stop. After everyone’s laughter subsided, Derek looked at Chastity. A slow, sly smile spread across his lips. It actually unnerve

Cove tore through enemy werewolves with a vicious efficiency, his claws slicing through flesh, his growls sending shivers down even the bravest of foes. And then… Derek emerged. He stood at the center of the battlefield, also in werewolf form, his broad frame illuminated by firelight. His fur a deep earthy brown colour and his dark red eyes locked onto Cove’s, and a slow, knowing smirk curled from his snort. “You’ve grown soft, old friend,” Derek taunted, rolling his shoulders as he stepped forward. “Hiding behind your warriors, behind your father’s stolen throne.” Cove’s growl rumbled deep in his chest. He would never be his father. But Derek would never understand that.

Paulo was now biting his lip to keep himself from uncontrollable laughter. Lewis looked at Derek sadly. “And sir, I hope you meet the lord and change your ways. I hope my life becomes the last one you take.” Derek’s eyebrows furrowed. “No one is taking your life,” he said firmly. Lewis stopped talking. He flashed Derek a questioning look to confirm if he heard him correctly. “Can you say that again?” “What the fuck where you thinking?” “Are you not blindfolding me to kill me? Like they do in those gangster movies?”

Jared spring out his long hidden secret just to convince Derrick to desert Jasmine. Derrick was surprised. "You are heartless, so you did such and never admit" Derrick said his voice shaky. "I had to" Jared defended himself. "The ball is in your court". He roared at me on my way back home. The ball was in his court and he had to awake to it. "I know what to do" I told his subconscious and he did.

“Pietra! He hugged me, his muscles tense. Derek was a fitness junkie. He was always at the gym or going for a run or participating in one of those firefights where you swing ropes like Tarzan. This meant that their hugs could be quite intense. “Derek… I can't breathe. I flailed my arms uselessly as he squeezed the air from my lungs. Derek released me. “You smell really bad,” he said, smiling as he ran his fingers through his short, wavy black hair. “I really wish everyone would stop pointing that out. “It's hard not to. Do you want to take a shower?

After his complete breakdown at the hospital three months ago, I had assumed he would finally understand that our chapter was permanently closed. Taking a deep breath, I answered the call on what must have been the seventh or eighth attempt. Derek's face immediately filled the screen, and I had to suppress a gasp of shock at his appearance. His eyes were completely bloodshot and sunken deep into his skull, surrounded by dark circles that spoke of sleepless nights. His once-handsome face was now gaunt and emaciated, giving him an almost skeletal appearance. But what disturbed me most was the neurotic smile stretching across his lips as he stared into the camera with an intensity that made my

I repeated, my voice trembling but steady, “that I will no longer wash your clothes. Or yours, Marissa. Especially not your underwear.” Marissa gasped dramatically, as if I had cursed her. “You ungrateful leech!” Margaret rose from her chair, her face blotchy with fury. “You dare refuse me? In my son’s house?” Before I could step back, Margaret’s hand flew faster than I expected. The crack of her palm against my cheek rang out in the room. My head whipped to the side, the sting burning hot across my scar. “Ungrateful wretch! How dare you speak to me that way,” she spat. “We took you in, fed you, gave you a roof. And this is how you repay us? With disrespect? You would be nothing without my s

Even Mom and Dad's faces darkened when they heard him mutter that they should die. Mr. Harrington stared at the screen, a cold laugh curling from his lips, full of contempt. "So this is what the Sanders family calls their rising star? With this character, these tactics… you think you're fit to marry into the Harrington family? You'd be an embarrassment." Ryan's face turned a deep, blotchy purple. Mom and Dad's faces cycled through green and white, as if they'd been publicly slapped a dozen times. But no matter how humiliated they were, the shame still belonged to their own family.