Stiles Derek Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“And don't even talk about how hard it's been practicing my speech. Trying not to look too bored while I’m telling everyone how much better I am at hockey than you.” I chuckled, and for the first time in days, it didn't feel forced. “Brace yourself, your playboy days are over by tomorrow. You're officially becoming the beta of Silverfangs.” “Ouch!!!” Stiles clutched his chest, faking pain. “Nooooooo.” I laughed harder, and he laughed too. “Damn, how time flies,” he murmured in between dying laughter. I nodded, looking at him through the mirror. “Thanks for being here, man. Thank you.”

But she doesn’t feel that way, I think to myself. Derek rises from the chair and staggers to where I stand at the window. “Are you feeling jealous because she was my mate?” When I don’t answer, he takes both my hands in his. “No doubt, you are the only woman I’ve ever loved.” A wave of nausea washes over me so I yank my hands from his and cover my mouth with them. Ida growls sadly. “I have to go.” I say quietly and walk past him but he grabs my hand again and pulls me to him. “Let go of me, Derek.” I try to pull away again but even drunk on herbs, he’s still strong. “What’s wrong, Liana. Talk to me.” “I told you, I am not Liana!” I struggle in his hold but he makes things worse for me by pul

@DereknotDerrick: "The screenshot 001 shared is true. I spent about five to six million dollars on gifts for Celestia, even buying her an apartment. Everyone knows how expensive real estate is in Janovin." @DereknotDerrick: "I owe my wife an apology. I'm a scumbag. I shouldn't have betrayed her like this." @DereknotDerrick: "But I need to clarify that Celestia came on to me first, and I didn't reject her. I'll report this to the proper authorities." @DereknotDerrick: "I suspect she has multiple people supporting her financially. She invites us into her fan group, then subtly asks about our interests before flirting with us. We need to work together to eliminate this bad example from the inte

He had turned into a dark, dangerous and calculating being. Furthermore, he grabbed the man by the collar and made him kneel on the floor in front of him. The man tried to wage himself with his hand, placing them on the ground in front of him so to be able to balance well. Without skipping a beat, Derek put his foot on both his hands, the hands that touched just her shoulders, and he stood down on them, as if he wanted to break them, so he won'tbe able to use the hands again to touch another shoulder.