Diego Kang Lookism Novels & Stories

Isabella,” Diego said, his voice dropping an octave as he stared at the screen. “I already slept with him.” Isabella froze, her green juice halfway to her lips. “What? You’ve already been in his bed? How did you not realize it was the same guy?” Diego ran a hand through his hair, pacing the kitchen. “It was last night. The Duplex was dark, the music was loud... and he wasn’t wearing those birth-control-glasses. I didn’t recognize him without them. And he looked…” He trailed off, the memory of Kol’s lean, dancer's frame moving under him flashing through his mind. “He looked incredible, Isabella. Nothing like the scrawny kid from high school.”

When Diego heard this, his eyes were flashing as he said, “In that case, this man really isn’t an ordinary person at all. He’s gone from being a deadbeat to a master fighter in the blink of an eye. After pausing for a moment, Diego then said, “I’m actually a little interested in him now.” Dagon said, “Mr. Kavinsky, Zayn has an extremely violent and sadistic character. You should be careful if you meet him.” After that, Dagon took out his cell phone and opened up a video clip to show Diego. “Mr. Kavinsky, this is a video recording of his battle with Mia. You may refer to this.”

Diego snickered, “I thought I was seeing Miss Lana’s twin for a second. They looked so much alike.” He was still snickering when he realized the entire room had fallen silent. The others were making faces at him to shut up, and he immediately realized why when he faced Lana. She was glaring viciously at him. “Do you have a death wish?!” Lana shrieked at him, “How does this woman look like me?! I am my own unique version, do you hear me? She does not even come close!” Diego held up his hands and rubbed them together in a pleading fashion, “Of course, Miss Lana!” He uttered with a nervous laugh, “You are the one and only Lana Fernandez. No wannabes can ever come close.”

I say. Diego laughs with me, rubbing his cheek again. “An idiot who packs a punch.” I laugh harder. “Maybe stop kissing his mates.” Diego shrugs, giving me a suggestive once-over. “It’s hard when they’re so beautiful, and they keep coming onto me.” I’m howling with laughter now. Especially because that is the first time Diego has ever looked me over without making me feel disgusting. The first time it was ever in good fun and not a veiled threat.

In my mind, Diego looks like a young Antonio Banderas or like Diego Luna ( I know he’s Mexican, but still). Like how Antonio Banderas looked in Desperado. Or like Justin Baldoni with a beard and long hair. Like this scruffy sexy Latin dude that is just effortlessly charming. That is muscular, he needs to be, since he’s the gamma, but that isn’t like this body builder type. Someone who doesn’t just rely on his strength, but on his fighting skills and smarts. Anyway, I hope you like the next chapter and remember, you’re supposed to be pretend he’s saying everything in Spanish okay 😉

Diego smiled and said, "Do you think you have any power to say no? I'm in a good mood now, so I'll be nice. Don't piss me off! "Things won't end well if I'm angry. I might end your life after I'm done with you!" As he spat the last sentence out, Diego had a maniacal expression. He looked like a demon. Sensing the ferocity from Diego's aura, Khloris' body trembled. She froze as panic flooded her mind. That man was not human—disgusting and insane. "That's the spirit!" Diego let out a satisfied chuckle, seeing that Khloris was no longer struggling. He inched closer, bringing his mouth to hers.

Marcus stepped out first, followed by the rest of the guys before I followed with Kaelis behind me. “Saint, we meet again.” Diego Santiago was a few inches shorter than me, but still broad shouldered with tanned skin and dark eyes. His eyes held mischief and his grin probably garnered attention wherever he went. “Thanks for meeting us here, Diego, I wasn’t expecting that,” I said, and shook his hand. “This must be your lovely wife,” he said and kissed the top of her hand. “Call me Diego, or ‘Papi’ whichever you prefer.” Kaelis laughed. She fucking laughed, and his grin widened.

"You promised you'd let my son study abroad. Why was it canceled? Why? Did you lie to me?" … Calista was on her way home when she heard the news about Diego. It was a bombshell. "Breaking News: Diego Is Gay." Diego was both his real name and his stage name. "Diego's Mysterious Boyfriend Revealed." "Diego Bullies Newcomers on Set; Acts Like a Diva; Kept Making Mistakes Because He Was Dissatisfied With Director’s Demands; Threw a Cup at the Director’s Head on the Spot, Causing the Filming to Be Suspended for a Week."

We had to find that key as quickly as possible and get out of that cursed house before Diego, the house guard, arrived. Diego was the man Sir David had ordered to guard the house. He was a notorious thug on Skull Island. There wasn’t a single resident who didn’t know him. Anyone who hears his name will shudder with fear because Diego is extremely sadistic and won’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. On top of that, he isn’t afraid of the police. He’s small in stature, though not skinny. Still, he’s capable of striking fear into many people. Every time we met or spoke with him, I always lowered my head or turned my face away. So, it was Leo who dealt with him more often.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”