Shameless Cast Derek Novels & Stories

That's when a pretty woman approaches me, her smile warm and inviting. Without a second thought, I break down, pouring out everything– the shakiness in my legs, the stickiness between my thighs and my horniness. I tell her everything, shamelessly. After all, it's not like I'll ever see her again, right? "I see you've met my mom", Derek says, appearing out of nowhere. Shoot me!

Derek groaned. He utilized the opportunity to pour out his heart because he knew that the opportunity might not show up again. Derek's attitude didn't just stun George, it also took Dave by surprise. He doesn't know Derek to be that violent. He always thought that Dexter was the wolf in sheep's clothing. However, Derek proved him wrong with his attitude.

Chelsea bragged. Everyone chuckled. “Love, let me introduce you to my dearest friends. This is Bobby. Damien. Jazz, Rockelle you know, Toni, and Q.” “Oh, so you’re the infamous Q,” Chelsea said as she looked at the chocolate skinned man. “Infamous? What the hell have you been telling her, Derek?” Q asked with a smile. “Nothing that wasn’t true,” Derek answered with a smile. “You are as pretty as Derek said. He also showed us a pic of you that was in the newspapers a few years ago. Your debutante ball?” Jazz guessed, trying to remember.

“The 'creeping in the shadows' look was never really your style. You’re more of a 'loudly wrong at a dinner party' kind of guy.” A figure stepped out from behind a concrete pillar and I almost didn't recognize him. Derek looked like he’d been living in a dumpster. His hair was a matted mess, his beard was overgrown and patchy and his clothes were tattered. But his eyes… they were full of a burning toxic hatred. “You look like hell.” I noted, popping my trunk. “Diid you just lose your comb in the revolution?” “You think this is funny?” Derek’s voice was raspy and trembling with rage. “I’ve lost everything, Allison. My reputation, my money and my home. I’m a hunted man because of you and your

And for the first time since I had arrived at the party, Derek's mask completely crumbled. I could see the real him underneath. Not the drunk, angry boy who had been walking away from me. Not the manipulative blackmailer. Not the cocky hockey player. Just Derek. Vulnerable and broken and horrified by what he had done. "I am sorry," he whispered one more time.

"It's showing us the 'prize' to see if we'll turn on each other for a fake. It wants us to be desperate. It wants us to be like them." Suddenly, the woods erupted. Derek burst through the treeline, his shirt torn, his chest heaving. He wasn't the predatory Alpha she’d seen minutes ago. He was a man running from a nightmare that no rank could protect him from. He didn't even look at the three of them; he dove for the glowing token on the ground with a guttural roar. "Derek, wait!" Leah cried.

Apparently these shoes had some power to attract some kind of people. Derek was taken aback by the complete lack of fear or respect in Maxwell's voice! This guy should be intimidated right now! He should be nervous and apologetic! Instead, he was acting like Derek was wasting his time! "No, I'm not done!" Derek snapped angrily. "I want those shoes! Take them off right now and give them to me!”

I shouted after him, trying to grab the back of his shirt, but he was a man on a mission, ready to commit murder, and I was too late. Derek threw the door open, letting it crash into the wall behind it as he rushed inside. Lydia stood in a shirt and thong, her giant headphones on her head falling forward as she bent over to pull on a pair of shorts. Her eyes widened when she saw us, and I winced as they both screamed. Lydia quickly pulled up her shorts to cover herself, and Derek turned to face me in horror. “What the hell?!” Lydia and Derek shouted at the same time, and I opened my mouth to say that I tried to tell him it wasn’t Justin, but for the first time in days, a laugh came out inste

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.

"Derek has a fiancée, a strong and respected member of this pack. Did you think your little ploy could change that? You are just a low-life Omega who would do anything to climb the social ladder." My cheeks burned with shame. Fiancée? They thought I orchestrated some elaborate scheme to become Luna? Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked around the room, seeing nothing but contempt and disbelief. "No! It's not like that!" I tried to explain, but my voice seemed to be lost in the room. Derek let out a mocking laugh. "Typical Omega behavior," he sneered. "Always trying to cause trouble. You should be grateful I didn’t find you and kill you immediately for the lies you cooked."