Diego Luna Novels & Stories

Luke introduced us. "The daughter?" Diego echoed in surprise. "Yes," Mr. Luke confirmed. "Selena, this is Diego Lorenzo, one of our most prominent board members." We all rose to our feet in greeting. "Ah, Mrs. Dacosta," Diego said to my mother, "so you've been keeping this angel a secret." His tone was playful, but there was a strange glint in his eyes. "She's here now, that's all that matters," my mother replied, her voice strained, almost forced.

“Are you trying to shift the blame from your husband, Luna?” “What exactly did he do?” “That’s getting intense” Pete whispered into my ear but I didn’t answer him, I was more invested in what was going on. Selena was speaking with so much authority, I could see the fear in Damian’s eyes even though he was trying to act all bossy. “And what have you done on your own to stop Arturo from invading us?” “My pack was not that affected” “But you recorded the highest number of deaths. Seventy five people died under your watch, Damian hale”

I have learned to embrace that I am not going to be alone in this. For today, we are having burgers and fries and lots of steaks. As for me and Zayn? Oh we are not going anywhere. Because he is mine and I am his. Oh, and also, Did I tell you that I am the new Luna? There you go, Scoot.

Claudia in the armchair opposite, legs crossed, notes on her lap. Cameras whir to life. Red lights blink on. In some control rooms, a countdown reaches zero. “We’re live in three, two…” a voice whispers. Claudia looks at the camera. “Buonasera,” she says. “Tonight, in an exclusive conversation, we speak with global recording artist Luna Valentine—whose real name, as many of you have now learned, is Luna Valentina Rossi‑Moretti—and the man the world has been calling her ‘mafia husband’: businessman Dante Moretti.”

“I received a message.” “What message?” Diego’s voice was sharp, demanding more information. Cody took a deep breath. “The Luna is alive.” Diego’s eyes widened in shock. The room fell silent, the weight of the revelation sinking in. Diego’s breath hitched. He blinked once. Twice. As if he couldn’t trust his own ears. “Fiona?” The name barely left his lips, like saying it out loud might shatter the fragile truth Cody had just dropped between us. Cody nodded solemnly, confirming the unspoken question.

“Because I don’t intend to be pushed around. I was nothing more than a criminal that was bought at the auctions in the past, but that’s not the case anymore, and there’s nothing else that they can use against me.” “Atta girl.” Diego grins, squeezing my shoulder. “Spoken like a true Luna.” “Luna.” I repeat, shooting him a look. “Who are you calling Luna?” “You.” He responds, lifting me into his arms and rushing toward the water. “Since only you can be my Luna.” “Wait!” I gasp as cold water splashes against my body. “I didn’t agree to this! I never said I would be your luna!” Although the words were leaving my lips, my heart was screaming something else entirely, but those words I would keep d

"In case you are wondering who am I, let me introduce my humble self to you. I am Rico Balthazar, and people called me Don of Lucia. Have you heard it?" Hearing the name of his captivator, Luna's brows creased and a smirk formed from the corner of her lips. She doesn't know what is going on inside her. She was supposedly afraid by now, judging that the Balthazar is holding a gun in his hands full of gold rings. "Oh, I haven't heard about you. I am nothing but a newcomer to the City of San Jose. But I met your coward, asshole, and dickhead son." Luna said, gritting her teeth as she looked directly into his eyes, full of disgust.

The studio was quiet except for the faint buzz of residual equipment. Outside, the waves lapped at the concrete pier as if impatient for the dawn. Luna stood in the center of the room, chest rising and falling, adrenaline still thrumming through her veins. She had thought this was over, but Daniel Vega never made anything simple. Adrian’s voice crackled through the comms. “He’s not done. He’s live.” Luna froze. A small red icon blinked on one of the monitors, Vega’s feed, streaming live across multiple international networks. The man had somehow regained control of one last channel, a desperate act of defiance.

I knew it; it was only a matter of time. ~ Just as I suspected, the news of the Luna had spread. Diego returned many hours later; the sun was already set. "Is anything wrong?" I asked him, even though I already knew. "I don't think you need to hear this, but one way or another, you will, so there is no harm in telling you now. The Luna of the Cresent Pack, the one who had been screaming from the cell beside you, is dead." "What?" I asked, trying to sound surprised. I felt like I went a bit over there.

the bartender advised, leading Luna to stand up and slam her hand on the bar table. "Are you defying me? Don't you know who I am? I am Luna Sander, do you know that I'm from the Estrada family? And if you knew, you would also know that I'm the wife of that damn man, Lucas Alvarez. I could even buy this club if I wanted to!" Luna shouted at the bartender, who could only bow his head in response.