Derek Delgado Shameless の小説・ストーリー

It was all up to Dewey to see if he would take Bosco. 'So, that's the case…' Dewey nodded in realization after knowing the circumstances. On the other hand, Alice could not hide her humiliation and anger at the mention of Darryl's name. "Darryl Darby… That bastard is a different kind of shameless. To think that Kye would fraternize with someone like that." Alice would forever remember how Darryl had humiliated her on Cloudstream Hill. Bosco nodded hurriedly. "Right, right! You're absolutely right, Miss. Kye Deleon is a fake bastard, nothing like what he seems to be."

I shouldn’t be in their business. Standing here and pretending like I heard nothing is the ideal solution for a situation like this. “This is my pack and I can do anything I wishes with any one of you people. So underestimate my ability to cut that tongue of yours off if you don’t curb it.” Derek shot back without remorse and Cassandra rolled her eyes, although I noticed she stopped poking me with her rude remarks. I couldn’t stay longer with them, not when the rude-jerk guy- whom I soon learnt his name was Liam- is finding it hard to tuck his lustful eyes in place.

However, Elena could no longer contain her anger, and she sternly reprimanded him for his reckless actions. Derek , though, was resistant to being scolded. He firmly believed that he was in the right and that it wasn't his fault. Despite this, when he saw the frustration in Elena 's eyes, he took a moment to reevaluate his behavior and reconsider whether he had acted appropriately. Elena firmly conveyed to him that she would not engage in conversation until he acknowledged the gravity of his actions and realized that they were entirely wrong. Derek 's prideful nature led him to retort that he had done nothing wrong and would never speak to her again.

“Please, Katelyn. You’re… you’re family. Can’t you talk to your parents, just once? Ask them to help us, please. I know we’ve made mistakes, but you’re our sister. We need you.” A sharp, bitter laugh bubbled up from my throat. “Family? Is that what you call me now?” My voice rose, cold and brittle. “Where was all this family when I was the one begging for help, when you all treated me like trash, like a servant, loving only Scarlett? I was never family to you.” Derek lowered his head. For a moment, I almost believed his shame. But then, he wasn’t apologizing because he meant it. He was just defeated, meeting someone stronger for the first time in his life.

The words ripped through the intimate silence like a shard of glass. They broke apart, their expressions shifting from flushed, self-absorbed intimacy to a brazen, utterly shameless lack of remorse. Dexter smirked, a smug, repulsive twist of his lips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Cecilia simply adjusted her disheveled top, a sickeningly smug look plastered on her face, her eyes devoid of any guilt. "Oh, hey, Davina," Dexter said, his tone infuriatingly casual, as if he'd been caught borrowing a sweater. "Didn't expect you back so soon."

He was not scared but full of confidence. "Just tell me about Angelina's legacy. Otherwise," Liam tried to scare him by putting the nozzle of his gun in Datra's mouth. But to Liam's surprise, he smirked. Kyle's blood boiled. He was watching that scene through the CCTV footage. He barged inside the room and grabbed the gun from Liam's hand. Datra was shocked to see Kyle, but the next moment, the bullet pierced through his calf muscle. Kyle fired the bullet directly into Datra's calf.He screamed in pain and agony. "Tell me what the fuck you know about that legacy, or I'll shoot you."Kyle put the nozzle on Datra's heart and exclaimed. He was hell-admitted and his desperation was clear on his fa

Just like the others. Delilah had been first—sophomore year. Sweet. Gullible. All sunshine and lip gloss. He remembered the way she laughed at another guy’s joke in the hallway. Laughed. Like he didn’t exist. Rage overtook him before thought ever had a chance. He struck her that afternoon, open-palmed and open-eyed. And when she cried, it didn’t move him. It centered him. She stayed. Until her parents whisked her away in the middle of the night. A different state. A clean slate. But not before she left a note behind, one he found weeks later in his locker:

Damon still didn't believe anything that he said because they all sounded like a lie to him. Every word that came out of Shayla’s dad's mouth sounded like a lie to Damon. “Derek, Stop pretending to be a saint here and a good dad because both of us know that you are not close to being one. I have known you longer than any other person in this pack, and I know all your secrets, so take off the stupid mask and speak to me like the Derek I know.” Shayla’s dad was hoping to sound like a good person so that things would go smoothly and the conversation would go well, but he never expected Damon to be very spot-on; he had no other choice but to switch to his no-more personality and stop trying to b

“Fake? What do you mean by that?” “For all I know, this could just be a ploy by you to squeeze money out of me. Perhaps the money I offered you was too small and that was why you felt insulted, so now you are here for the real deal. If that’s the case, just come clean and tell me how much you want. There’s no need to cook up this story about you being pregnant, and there’s no need for the dramatics either. I’m not one of your F******k audiences, or YouTube or whatever.” In all of her life, Rachel had never felt so humiliated as this before. Derek was literally wiping the floor with her and making her feel like a shameless groupie begging for his attention and money.

Derek’s face was a mask of controlled fury as he glared down at Ben. "D-Derek Ashton," Ben stammered, a mixture of shock and desperation creeping into his voice. "Help me! Tell this slut to know her place! You—you're better than her, maybe you'll talk some sense into her!" Ben shamelessly lamented, but Derek didn’t spare him a second glance.