Diego From Dora Novels & Stories

Diego stood in the middle of the compound, facing the people who had destroyed everything he cared about. Carlos Varela, Lucia Torres, and Valentina Ruiz are all here. The air was thick with the tension of what was about to happen. Diego's muscles were all tense and ready to go, but he wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't just about the pack anymore. It wasn't even about having power. It was about something much deeper: his family and the future of his kids.

Even the voice was identical. That voice… the voice of a bastard we had assumed was long rotting at the bottom of the ocean. Diego. I had never been particularly close to Diego. All I knew of him came from Rosalina's accounts — that her son had certain special limitations. On the rare occasions we had crossed paths in the past, he had never displayed anything unusual beyond a vacant stare or childlike behavior. I even remembered with perfect clarity what he had looked like at the very end — his face brutally beaten beyond recognition, his body lifeless before being cast into the open sea. So why… why had that bastard managed to rise from the dead?

I did feel that there was something different about Diego the past two times we met. Mr. Hyde then continued, “Previously, Zac was just a minor character who isn’t worth fearing at all. However, Diego’s the eastern region’s law enforcer. Based on his character, he’ll definitely come after you and present your head to The Saint so that he can be rewarded! You’re in grave danger, Young Master!” This was actually the first time Zayn was seeing Mr. Hyde being so anxious. ‘It seems that Diego truly is a powerful person.’ “Don’t worry. The next time I see him, I’ll just kill him,” Zayn assured calmly.

Diego rode the adrenaline rush all the way back to the house, his boots kicking up dirt as he took the steps two at a time. His mind was sharp, focused—the first time in a week he felt like he was moving toward Erika rather than away from her. He pushed through the front door, scanning the dimly lit space until he spotted Gabriel at the wooden dining table, surrounded by old, yellowed journals and stacks of notes. The sorcerer barely looked up as Diego stormed in, his brows furrowed over a page he was meticulously deciphering.

"Oh,well I'm Jamaican but my mom is Latino.She didn't teach me Spanish that much,so I taught a little myself" "And how did you do that?" "At first I watched Dora--" "You watched Dora?" "Yea,when I was little but my family thought that I was going gay,so I couldn't watch her anymore" "They do know that Dora wasn't a big girls only cartoon,right?" "I have no clue,they just didn't want me to watch it" "Did they at least let you watch Go Diego Go?" "Yea,but not Dora The Explorer but a few years later when I started to get older .I went to Spanish class but the teacher was really hot,it distracted me.So,I just sticked to Hispanic soap operas"

wait why am I comparing every jack to Damon? "My name is Diego, it's a pleasure to meet you Rose " he added again, stretching out his hand to me and I accepted it. I thought it was just going to be a quick shake, but for some unknown reason, Diego refused to let go of my hand, still smiling at me. "Same" I muttered, looking at Damon with confusion written all over my face. "Thank you for coming to see us Diego, and for the snacks as well" My mother chirped in.

-------------- I'm gonna be strong no matter what I am facing right now, the future is bright and I know it. -Naomi. ------------- The ghost's fingers on Dolores's neck tightened and loosened rapidly, "So interesting, your so brave, little girl hehe.." Dolores's sucked in a deep breath-stopping her shivering for a while and replied, "People are afraid of the unknown, but I know you're a ghost, I don't need to be afraid anymore.."

As I saw a flicker of doubt cross Diego’s face, I knew that my words had struck a chord and bought us precious time to execute our escape plan. Diego leaves Xavier’s neck and steps back, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “And what do you think I have been looking for all these years?” he asked, his tone challenging. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure as I carefully chose my next words. “Your son is alive, Diego. And I know where he is.” Diego’s eyes widened in shock before quickly narrowing again, his expression guarded. “Prove it,” he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of hope and skepticism.

I asked, with a long slurp. Tara looked at me, clueless and afraid. "I—I don't know," she stammered. "Tara, is something wrong?" I asked, my chest thumping a little. "Sir Diego left very late at night. He came back this morning and left in a hurry again," Tara said, shaking. I wondered why Diego would be out late at night. Even though I wanted to be nonchalant, I was still a little worried. Just then, Laura dashed in audaciously.

It gave her a splitting headache. At this time, a gentle and worried voice asked, “Dora are you awake?” Dora was shocked to see a handsome man walked in. He had a pair of blue eyes and looked foreign, but he had featured that seemed to imply that he was biracial. “You are?” Dora asked, confused. She couldn’t have possibly met this person before, right? Why did he seem so Unfamiliar? “it’s me, Doflamingo, You actually forgotten about me?” Doflamingo sighed. “You?” Dora was at a loss, the elder from before had told her that her lover was this Doflamingo that stood before her. However, that did not seem to be the case. She was pretty sure that the person she liked was called Joshua. She could