César Díaz Novels & Stories

“His name is Theodore, he says that he is a messenger…” “Mariana is the one who put these numbers,” I said, and both men frowned in confusion. If anyone knew who Theodore worked for, it was me. The man has helped her with finding the right woman to abort her pregnancies without my father finding out. And IF the pack’s doctor had her position now, it was because he wanted her to have it. Of course, it came in the benefit of the one person that he was loyal to, and that was Mariana. “Theodore is one of her most trusted men.”

His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet. “My King,” he bowed slightly, then glanced at the wound. “You’re injured.” “I’ll live,” Alexandro said coldly, his voice sharp as steel. “Find out who sent him.” Daniel nodded, face grim. “Yes, Alpha. I’ll start immediately.” As Daniel left with the guards to handle the body, I found myself staring after him, but my mind was elsewhere. Spinning. Spinning. Who would try to kill me today of all days? Who wanted to stop this marriage so desperately? Was it someone from my tribe? One of Alexandro’s enemies? Or something

Letting out a slow breath I close the laptop and lean back in my chai “ now it’s just a waiting game to see what she says” “ Boss, do you think she’ll betray you?” Creed's question had only crossed my mind about a billion times. In all reality she could be playing us and really be acting like a double agent for them. Damn it!! If only I got up I could of made sure she was followed

Damian's wife was piquing my curiosity. "That'll work." Damian closed the door behind him and I leaned back against the cool wood. I took a deep breath and then slowly let it out then reached for my favorite guitar case and took out the 1970 Gibson Citation. She was a sweet thing, and I needed to feel her vibrate. I thrummed a few cords and her rhythmic pulse went straight to my cock. This evening couldn't come soon enough.

sit down and grab a beer so we can get to know one another.” Dalton and I walked over to the other chairs that sat across from my dad and Emery. He handed us some beers and we popped them open. The screen door on the front door slammed open and my momma came out with a furious look on her face, “Jesse, you forgot to get me-“ My mom stopped and stared at all of us sitting on the porch and her eyes fell on Dalton. She brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled flirtatiously, “Mija, who is this fine young man?” I looked up at her and rolled my eyes. My mom was a 5’3” fiery Latina with looks that could kill. She had long, curly blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes. My friends used to tell

Cassandra’s point of view: I spun on my heels and stood right in front of Dalton, blocking the zombie's sight of Dalton as he whizzed past the warriors, heading straight for Dalton's... blood. "No, you don't -" I was taken aback when he pushed me away, sending me crashing into Dalton. Dalton quickly grabbed onto my arms and growled angrily at the zombie, warning him. The zombie was so out of it that he didn't catch onto the warning. He was more focused on sniffing the air around us... more particularly around Dalton.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

I had loved Grayson being the Beta and Zac's friends, but I'd be lying if I wouldn't love for Connor and Audire to live on our floor. The double doors to the kitchen swing open as a staff member wheels out a delicious-looking three-tiered cake covered in tiny dino figures and a multicolored number 1 candle blazes on top. Pointing to the cake and oohing and awing for Tates sake, Audrie waddles back to us, Tate in one arm, a plate of fries in the other.

Isadora The music was loud, the lights flashing as La Reina Roja, my club, buzzed with life. I leaned back in my chair, eyes scanning the room as I familiarised with its activities; also watching for any signs of trouble. That's when I noticed him. Diego Hernandez. I had heard his name before- ties to Cesar Alvarez's cartel, a man with enough power to make things move in this city. He walked in with an air of confidence, his aura filling the room. His eyes flicked over the room before landing on Mariana, the red-haired waitress I had taken notice of weeks ago.