Shameless Cast Derek Novels & Stories

"Not so fast, Mr. Fan. I will send an email and text you tomorrow if you got the spot." ​Derek raised an eyebrow, a knowing, amused smirk playing on his lips. ​"Okay, fine," I broke character instantly, laughing as I pointed my pen at him. "I just wanted to act professional for five seconds. Of course you're in! You're brilliant." ​Derek let out a warm laugh, taking his lab coat off the stool. "It was great meeting you, Eloise. And..." He looked over at Tasha with a polite nod. ​"Tasha!" she piped up instantly, waving. "I'm Tasha!"

"He got rid of his own father. So tell me, if he could do that to family, what do you think he'd do to someone he only sees as a business asset?" My pulse pounded. Derek wasn't perfect, but he wasn't cruel. What if Elian wasn't telling the truth? "If you still think I'm lying, ask him about Serena Woods." "Who?" "One of his college classmates. Derek nearly ruined her life after she exposed him for stealing property that wasn't his." "Stop." My voice came out sharper than intended. But Elian kept going. "Derek Hale isn't the saint you think he is." "Stop it!" I clamped my hands over my ears. "I said stop!"

“You’re not supposed to say that with so much pride,” “I can and I will. He’s my brother but that doesn’t mean the truth shouldn’t be said,” “Why do you hate Caster? To me, he’s a nice person,” “None of your business, Shortcake,” “Ooh,” I whispered, out of embarrassment. Derek stared at me until I looked away from him. “Caster is only showing you the side that he thinks you want to see, he’s a fucking chameleon, Shortcake,” Derek whispered the last part as if it was painful for him.

he ask and Mr Casta chuckled " you grandfather wants to see you Derek " he said and Derek arched his brows and they both walked out if the training arena . DEREK POINT OF VIEW I and Mr personal assistant Mr Casta both made out way towards grandfather's throne room and as soon as we both walk in the whole elders stood up . " good day crown prince " they all chorus , i rolled my eyes with out going them an answer " oh my sweet boy why are you shirtless " grandma said ,I smile and bow a little in respect

No, no, no, no. Trembling, he looked down at the clothes he’d worn and slept in last night: jeans, Timberland boots, red flannel over a gray T-shirt, all stained dark red. Shriveled bits of something peppered his boots and shirt. His mind twitched. Drawn by an irresistible fascination, his gaze slid back to the charm. “Fuck me . . . ” “What?” Shelly’s voice pierced his fog. “Derek, listen. He got called to work. Probably the only reason he didn’t . . . but he said he’d be back. To t-teach me a . . . ” She broke down.

"Your ex-colleague Desmond is a close friend of Charles. He told Charles about you. That's how we knew, loser." Chloe continued, "Since you are a jobless loser, we don't need you ruining our family reputation. Take your stuff and get lost!" Derek, absolutely enraged at the situation, picked up the suitcase. Before he turned to leave, he looked at the Smith family one last time with the utmost contempt and anger. "Remember this moment Chloe! The Smith family will fall and I will be alive to witness it" said Derek, his teeth gritting with rage as he said it.

Chapter 4: Playing the Part Jake leaned against the counter of his coffee shop, his fingers drumming restlessly against the polished wood. It was early morning, yet the usual comforting aroma of freshly brewed espresso and warm pastries did little to soothe his nerves. Outside, the press was swarming like vultures, cameras flashing as soon as any movement was detected inside. A few brave customers had attempted to slip through the chaos, but most turned away, unwilling to deal with the circus outside. The sudden media attention was overwhelming, and Jake couldn’t shake the feeling that his once simple life had taken a sharp, irreversible turn.

He tears his tie off, rips open the collar of his dress shirt, and bunches his sleeves up. He looks absolutely fucking terrifying. A vein I’ve never noticed is bulging from his forehead, and it’s all I can focus on in my state of shock. Shawn sputters and coughs, bringing his attention back to him. “Man, what the fuck, what the hell! This is a mistake, I didn’t, I’m not—” he starts saying, but then Derek, who is standing above him, kicks him in the ribs again. Shawn collapses to the floor. The look on Derek’s face is manic. His eyes are sparkling with something crazy. His jaw tenses and his nostrils wide, I can see it even in the pitch black.

Derek knowing full well that Mara was still alive kept acting strange and was angry that after all he did and tried, None of his deeds were able to stop Deon from achieving his selfish goal. Deon celebrated with his men as he made his speech. "You all have done well, you did a very good job and you shall all be rewarded for your good deeds. And as for Evidence, we will talk about him later." He said. "Thank you, boss." They all happily replied and poured a drink into their cups as they all made a toast to their success. "Derek didn't want to be the odd one, he didn't want to be noticed so he had no other choice but to join the celebration. He also poured some drink into his cup and made a to

,Hannah smiled at her. "Thanks for looking out for me down there it was tough but we made it",I looked at my brother he still had guilt and it showed. He was a great alpha but that year showed on him. Derek wasn't his happy self most times and his back permanently scarred thanks to council but he covered it with huge tattoos.