Stiles And Derek Novels & Stories

Derek’s dress was bright purple with sparkles on it, and Lucas’s dress looked like something from a high school dance party. It was tight, pink, and with fluffy sleeves. Both of them had wigs on their heads. Blonde curly ones. “What the hell?” I whispered trying to hold back my laughter because they looked ridiculously funny. They catwalked in like runway models, trying to do a serious catwalk, swinging their hips like they were professional models. Vivian stood beside me, grinning from ear to ear. “Just watch,” she whispered. I started to laugh. I didn’t want to at first, but I couldn’t help it because Derek tripped on the carpet and stumbled, nearly falling.

Justin was yet to come back, and with my knowledge of male fashion, I seized an opportunity by taking a chance on my job as an assistant. When I told Derek that I was going to be the one to style him, he got a little bit disappointed but still allowed me to do my job. I got him stylized with simple jeans, trousers, a rocker top, and a leather jacket. Derek had already gone on the show after the commercial break when Justin arrived with a man. "Wait! Did Gena come back?". He stepped forward to me and asked. "No, she didn't." I replied. "Okay, so who styled Derek?". He kept on asking questions.

Derek yelled over the music. “You know him?” Deidre said in a high-pitch tone. “You don’t?” “Well, yes.” She admitted uncomfortably. “That’s Georgie - or that’s what she calls him. They’re best friends You never met him before?” “Oooh yes,” Derek sneered as he eyed them. “I’ve met him.” “Derek, please. It’s just innocent flirting. She’s entertaining the crowd,” Deidre said as she turned to the stage. “See – oh!”

Photos. "Give me the highlights," I said. "Well, the biggest thing is her relationship with Derek Stone," Tyler said, leaning back in his chair. "It is fake." I looked up sharply. "What?" "Their relationship is not real," Tyler explained. "I tracked their interactions, talked to some people who know them, followed the timeline. They started dating right after a hockey championship game. Very sudden. Very public. And according to my sources, Derek had been stalking Lila for weeks before that."

“Let me show you another part of New York.” He flicked on the radio, and a news station filled the car with chatter. Both of them burst into laughter. Stacey quickly switched the station, and a song blared through the speakers. Derick sang along, very loud, throwing one hand in the air while keeping the other on the wheel. “That’s my song, baby!” he shouted. “How come I haven’t heard this song?” Stacey asked, laughing. “You see why you need me in your life,” Derick said, shoulders raised like a champion. Stacey shook her head, laughter spilling out, resting her head against the seat, and stealing glances at him. When their eyes met, they both burst into more laughter.

Derek is happy and his satisfied chuckle makes me giggle. My mate is extremely talented. So much so that he pulls me to straddle him and sink down on his huge cock. I woke up hours later and moved slowly. We went at it pretty hard and I knew I would be sore. Derek is huge in the package department. I yawned as I got up, pulled on my clothes and went to check on Levi. Finding him asleep I smile and head out to the kitchen so I can make us food. I'm starving once again and want some stew.

“Alright. Of course it had to be in the middle of our lunch rush. Why the hell not after hours or in the early morning?” The voice made my heart hurt. I felt as if I was gasping for air. Stacy put her hand on my shoulder as she handed me my drink. Quickly, I downed the whole thing and she looked at me worriedly. I shook my head, trying to convince myself I was alright not just her. “What’s your name, lawyer of the Mr. Great-and-Almighty-Fucktard Anderson?” Derek cleared his throat. “My name is Derek, Derek Johns.” “Great, two first names. Off to a great start.”

Neither would Derek, because he flipped her the bird. Riley threw a drumstick at him. Just whipped her arm back and sent it pinwheeling through the air. I let out a little scream. Derek sidestepped out of the way just in time, and the drumstick clanked! against the row of bottles behind him. “JESUS!” Miles shouted. “Yeah, respect the booze, Riley,” Derek said, completely unfazed, like flying drumsticks happened all the time. “Shut up or I’ll shove the next one up your ass.” Riley turned back to me. “So, Blondie, what do you wanna ask me first? How I like my women? Cuz I like ‘em like you.”

“Who do you think you are to keep me against my will?” Derek didn't reply. In fact, he was stunned by the sudden outbursts. Derek's silence encouraged Lewis to continue. “I think you are feeling like Stygian. Kidnapping and threatening people like it was legal.” Paulo couldn't hold back his laugh anymore. He let out a short mocking life before controlling himself again. Derek was amused by Lewis' ignorance. “Just so you know, young man. I'm Derek Stygian.” Lewis wanted to laugh but his brain quickly calculated everything that had happened. He had never met Stygian before but everything he heard and saw here were similar to the things he had heard about him.

Jordan sighed as he moved opening it up and pausing when he saw who it was. “I honestly don't know whether to punch or kiss you,” Stiles muttered when he took in Derrick’s appearance. There was nothing wrong with him, he looked carefree, relaxed, and had his hands stuffed into jeans when he stared at him. “Hello.” Derrick clenched his teeth together angrily and pulled back glancing over his shoulder at AJ watching them with curious eyes. Those eyes widened when he took in Derrick. “AJ, be the buddy you keep calling me and get out,” he said with a fake smile.