Stiles Derek Novels & Stories

Derek leaned against the wall, flipping the padded stick from training in his hand like it was a toy. “You’re in a good mood,” Kael said. Derek didn’t look surprised to see him. “Watching the ghost grow teeth was entertaining,” he replied. Kael stepped closer. “Leave her alone.” Derek laughed. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” The stick spun lazily in Derek’s fingers. “She embarrassed herself,” he said. “I barely touched her.” Kael’s gaze didn’t shift. “You knocked her down four times before she moved.” “And?” “And I don’t like bullies.”

, 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.

“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.

Stiles ranted slowly and licked his lips when he swallowed hard. The silence was uncomfortable and he felt ridiculous for spilling his guts and wished he had a time machine. Derrick was still and tense in front of him when he glanced up at him through his lashes. “Derrick , can you talk or even more?” he pleaded. “I didn't know you wanted all of that.” “Neither did I! I think thinking of you cheating brought it on. I got a little paranoid,” he admitted with a shrug. “You want all that? You want the romance, the...declarations?” he said with an awkward gesture.

I butted in. Derek sighed. "Oh, you broke my heart, pretty boy. You broke my heart. I'm in pains." I shook my head. Derek hadn't changed at all. He flirted with every handsome guy he came across, regardless of who they were. He was a petite, pretty thing with blonde hair. Derek was a well-known stylist and make-up artist with a good sense of humour. On many occasions, he'd styled me up for my photo shoots. "I'm going to get changed now."

"Derek does have a love interest. I promised to help him get the girl if did me one tiny favor. Of course, he agreed. Eagerly." Stacey's jaw was hanging off the floor. "Derek likes someone? Like a boy?" "No. A girl." "What?" She shrieked. "But everyone thought he's gay." "He's definitely not." "This should be on the news." "That's completely unnecessary. Anyway," I said, changing the subject. "We should change." "Change?" Stacey turned to me, gazing at me strangely. "Yes. Change." I confirmed, unbuckling my seat belt and then reaching out for the huge bag in the back seat.

"Get the gift bags going. Bring those centerpieces and send the drinks to the cold room. I’ve made orders for the champagne, and I’ve made arrangements for the extra ice! Make sure everything is in the right places! Don't forget to add the silver ribbons to the favors! Don't forget to add the silk napkins!" I froze. My heart, which had been beating so steadily, suddenly gave a hard, painful thud against my ribs. I knew that voice. I hadn't heard it in two long, long years, but I would know it anywhere. Even in my dreams. It was Stiles. A second later, the double doors at the end of the hall swung open. Stiles stepped out, holding a clipboard in one hand and gesturing wildly with the other. H

“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.”

“ I did not know that Sir was a stalker as well, do I need to start looking over my shoulder lest someone stabs me in the back?” She finally raised her head and stared at Derek, today he has dyed his hair in a sunny yellow making him look like an omelette head but with his sharp cheekbones and cruelly cut face that looked as handsome as it looked dangerous, he was able to pull that colour off exceptionally well. Something that she didn’t expect at all.