Stiles Derek Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As they got to the spot, Derek turned to Aria and stared at her. Aria stared back at him, wondering why he was staring at her. “Derek,” Dominic called and he looked away from her. Aria looked at Dominic and recalled what Stiles said. She glanced at Dalvin who was on his phone and stared back at Dominic. There is no way they were so close the way Stiles said they were, they wouldn't even look at each other. Is Stiles lying? But if it's true, what could have caused the fight between them? And why do Derek and Dean not like him too?

Alex tried his possible best to listen, but truth be told, he had his mind else were. Stacey had crossed her boundary, and he feared she might not like the tune of the music that she was trying to listen to. What worried him the most was how he couldn't shake her off and clear out the suspicions he created for himself. He didn't particularly care about it, but the undying effort Stacey made to find out every detail about him had him worry a little. The girl that Stacey brought to take down his door appeared strange but familiar. He was sure that he had probably seen her from somewhere. There was something about her that he couldn't seem to place his finger on. The mark on the left part of he

I said, clapping his hand and pulling him into the usual half-hug. I was still trying to keep it cool, even though my head was pounding from what just happened with Stacey. I could barely hold myself together. But of course, Derek had no idea. “Did I just see you talking to the hot lecturer?” He said with a smirk, jerking his head toward the direction of Stacey’s car. “Damn, man. If I had a shot with her, I wouldn’t waste time either.” My blood ran cold. The mere thought of Stacey’s name on anyone other than me just seems to piss me off.

"I see. Well, we should get you all cleaned up and head home. Come on, love." He offered me his arm like a gentleman, treating me with more respect and care than my own husband ever had. "Now wait just a minute," Stiles stepped forward, his face flushed with anger. "I don't know who you think you are, but—" Derek's fist connected with Stiles' jaw before he could finish the sentence. Stiles went down hard, and Annalise screamed. "I'm the man whose wife you were just watching get humiliated for your entertainment," Derek said calmly, flexing his knuckles. "And I suggest you stop coveting what doesn't belong to you before I decide to make this a real problem."

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.”

, I apologized, feeling bad about everything I said to him. “It’s fine, Luna. Really! Don’t feel bad, you know you are funny when you are drunk. I have to admit that.”, He said with a smile. “Talking about last night, I remembered that you agreed to be my friend. So, Derek, when we are not at work, Call me Stacey.” “Okay, Stacey.”, He replied. “I am leaving now and will see you in the pack.”, He added, that’s when I observed that he had worn Adams’s clothes and my wolf was silent about it. She hated sharing our mate’s things with anyone.

"Why would I mock a woman who just handed me the keys to the kingdom?" I pressed my back against the cold stone. "I don't know what you're talking about." He stopped inches from me. He smelled of rain, expensive whiskey, and something feral—like cedar and blood. He reached out, his rough thumb tracing the tear track on my cheek. The touch sent a shockwave of heat through me that had nothing to do with the bond and everything to do with fear... and attraction. "Drail is an idiot," Derek murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "He thinks rejecting you makes him strong. He thinks breeding with that snake gives him power."

I smirked and stepped closer, backing her against the edge of my desk. “I know you disapprove, baby. That’s what makes me so fucking hard. Rose is a saint — she won’t suck my thick cock without gagging like it’s poisonous. She cries if I fuck her harder than slow missionary. But you…” I reached out and boldly cupped one of her heavy tits, squeezing it through her blouse. “You look like you could take every inch raw and beg for more.” Stella’s breath hitched. She grabbed my wrist but didn’t pull my hand away immediately. “This is wrong, Derek. Please…”

He groaned at the sight, palming them roughly, thumbs circling my stiff nipples before pinching hard. “You let him touch these?” he snarled, twisting one peak until I cried out. “Let him stare at what belongs to Daddy?” “I was trying to fix things,” I whimpered, but my back arched, pushing my tits further into his hands. “Trying to be normal—” “Normal?” Derek’s laugh was dark and cruel. He shoved my skirt up to my waist and tore my panties down my legs in one brutal motion. Two thick fingers thrust into my dripping pussy without mercy, curling instantly against that sensitive spot inside me.

Then he stopped being my friend, and he became my monster/bully. I gasp when he picked me up off the ground. I was on my knees, sucking his wonderful, delicious cock. But he stops me. That's okay; I get him later, I thought with a smile on my lips. He was staring at me with one eyebrow. I screamed when I felt the air whoosh in my hair. I gasp when Derrick drops me on the bed in his secret door in his office. I bounce up and down on his bed. He starts to bend down on the bed; he gets close.