Stiles Derek Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"That's the CEO of Stark Corporation! It's the tycoon, Derek Stark!" Derek's name had sort of become a taboo in my life over the years. Even though I had heard of a tycoon who shared the same name, I had never assumed he was my first love. Derek walked into the room slowly and naturally placed an arm around my shoulders. "Sorry for being late." I stared straight at him with bittersweet feelings. Even after ten years, he hadn't seemed to have changed much, but he appeared more mature and composed than before. "I'm Derek Stark, the father of Rachel's son. Who says he's a bastard child with an unknown father?"

“You’re new, right?” “Yeah… got here and laid low for months now.” She nodded toward Derek and his teammates. “Then let me give you your important lesson about Ridgewood High.” I followed her gaze…straight toward Derek. “That,” she said, “is Derek Hayes.” “I noticed.” “Star quarterback. School legend. Walking heartbreaker.” “Also professional embarrassment distributor.” Maya grinned. “Oh, so you have met him.” I covered my face. “You have no idea.” “Actually,” she said, leaning back, “I heard the story from a friend of mine…the delivery girl, tripping… bla bla…”

It made his skin glow in the light, and his cheeks redden when he realized I was looking at him. "This is Derek. And that is Stiles." He introduced them both to me. They each reached out and shook my hand. Their smiles were warm, and they had an almost angelic quality to them. "Hi. It is nice to meet you both." I responded to them politely. "It is nice to finally meet you too, Em." Derek replied. "Likewise." Stiles added. After we exchanged pleasantries with each other, Derek took my hand and led me towards one of the couches. Once we sat down, he pulled me onto his lap.

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.

===== Derek ===== The bass is deep enough to feel coarse through his bones as he moves through the night club, Sirens. It was just like any other wanna-be lounge out there in Larrissa’s Bay, focused mainly on the sea. Why they were there was beyond him. Derek rolled his shoulders as he tried to regain some sort of comfort in the stiff leather seating that sectioned off the floor. As he panned away from his pack mates getting comfortable among the dancers, Derek crossed his arms, one over the other as if he was the Alpha to please.

One of Miles's friends, Derek, muttered. The glass that was heading to my mouth froze midway and I swerved my head, glaring murderously at him. "You better move away from here if you love your life!” I hissed and his lips stretched into a smile. "Oops, I better run along before she calls her brothers to come and waste my life,” he said and pretended to be afraid. He laughed out loud and patted my shoulder before strolling back to his seat and the girl he had been fucking. "Damn that bastard!” I hissed loudly in anger and gulped down the liquor.

After shaking my head no, they all went back to their current conversations. “Damon, how’s Vincent?” “Funny you should ask.” Damon sighed and looked at me. “Excuse me?” I barely got the words out when the office door opened up again. “He’s fine.” Derek walked in with a serious look on his face. “DEREK!” Stella jumped up and ran over to him. My jaw was still on the floor in shock. What the fuck was he doing here? “Hey, sis. How are you?” Derek gave Stella a weak smile. Rif walked over and shook Derek’s hand when Stella let him go. Glancing at Damion, he shrugged in response. Everyone was looking at me, wating to see how I was going to react.

Derek came out of the bathroom to see Kathleen standing by the door as if waiting for him to be out, droplets of water ran from his hair to his chest and for a moment she stood there drooling and Derek chuckled, "do you need something wife?" His tone held a double meaning and she looked away blushing. "You can't stop me from being friends with Stefan" she finally recalled while she was waiting for him, Derek raised a brow at her, "what's it about him that you're so fired up to become his friend?" His blue eyes drilled hers.

Where the fuck did they come from? “That’s not what your ma said last night when I shagged her,” one of them said, proving my point. Shagged her. Fuck, Derek was not going to be satisfied until he migrated the whole fucking Ireland to the US. “Shut the fuck up, Stiles,” the one in charge snapped.

Stacey replied in capital letters. “Thank you for that… wanted to be extremely sure” he texted, showering her with smiling faces. Stacey chuckled and typed, “Lol. Derick, do you have an ex too?” Her fingers hovered nervously over the keys. “Not official,” Derick replied. Stacey’s heart sank slightly. “How?” she asked, curiosity pricking at her chest. “I’ve had some flings, but never brought any of them close,” he answered. A twinge of doubt curled in Stacey’s stomach—who were these girls? Were they from Blueville? Was Monica one of them? She remembered Lily mentioning Monica dating King to get close to him.