Diego's Death Jojo Novels & Stories

He stood in front of me, covered in blood, giving his life so I could escape. "Why…" I wanted to ask. He had hated me so much, why did he still die for me? Before I could speak, Caelum's phone rang. He answered and listened for a few seconds, then his face changed. "When did this happen? Which way did she go?" "How long has she been gone? Why did no one call me sooner?" His voice dropped lower but grew tighter. "Fine. I got it." He ended the call and pushed the car door open. Rain poured in.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

Francesco said a sorry to Diego as he gasped, the realization finally settled in on him as his grip loosened and the dagger lowered. After a while he facepalmed himself as he dropped the dagger on his bed side with Mufasa looking at him surprised that his master could do such, the beast had rarely seen Francesco lose control and what had just happened clearly unsettled him. “God Almighty I am grateful I didn't loose my head there, I will be forever grateful to GOD for giving me another chance to live” Diego said in his head as he thanked God for saving him from an assured death some few seconds ago.

I forced myself through the crowd, stepping over broken bottles and bodies. The DJ booth was damaged, the music playing in a distorted manner. The Dj himself was dead. I recognized him—a student of ours. My wolf growled, clawing at me to unleash the anger in me. But I reeled him in. “Not now, boy,” I muttered. As seconds passed, I finally got a clearer vision. “Jojo!” I yelled his name the moment I sighted him. He hurried to where I was and assisted me. “You were cut,” jojo said, placing his hand on a deep cut I didn’t notice on my torso. I winced, shifting away from his hand,

Diego was panic-stricken, but the furious and ruthless-looking Clifford only made him more jittery. He knew just how calculated and merciless he could become after climbing to the CEO position as an illegitimate child. Diego cried out, "I know it was my fault, Mr. Johansen! I was too nervous—my hand shook, and I cut a blood vessel. She died on the spot! It was so bad that she couldn't have survived! "Mr. Johansen, please—it was an accident! Please let me go this once!"

His death was drawing near. "P...pl...please...d..don't..." He started crying; he was seeing the devil, standing right on his shoulder, prepared to kill him any second. "You know, I could have just asked the gang leader to kill you, but I wanted to show you what I'm capable of. That the power of the Astley family never dies." She walked in front of him. "I...I'm sorry...Mam...please forgive me..." He kept repeating; his voice increased each time he said it. But it didn't affect her at all. It seemed as though she couldn't hear him; no one could cause they didn't even look at him.

“Leave.. This doesn’t concern you and it’s not like you can do anything about it. If you kill me, then your past and everything you’ve worked for will come to light.” Kendric doesn’t even spare him a glance. His gaze is solely focused on me. “For her, you’d be surprised at what I’d do.” His movements are so fast that the next thing I know, Diego is standing there with blood dribbling down his chin. “What have you done?” Someone asks from behind him. My eyes wander to where Kendric stands now with a beating heart in his grasp. “Doing what I should have done to begin with.” Howls erupt around us as Diego falls forward and lands beside me. His wide eyes are open, like two lifeless pools staring

“Please, I beg you. I can’t die. Uwuuu…” At that point, Diego no longer exuded his usual arrogance and fierceness. Instead, he looked like had completely lost his mind. He even got down on his knees and grovelled like a dog as he begged Zayn to spare his life. Naturally, Zayn was not going to let him go, and as the final nail in the coffin, he landed a fatal hit on Diego’s head and ended his life. Ten minutes later, Zayn casually dugged a hole and buried Diego. After that, he turned on his heels and headed for Mr. Hyde’s headquarters.

“How was Jojo killed? Did you watch them do it?” Tears flowed down my cheeks. “My maid betrayed me. Her name is Kayla and when I got out of the tunnel with Jojo, she was the only one left and she had a sword. Jojo used to like her but when he blocked her from accessing me, she put a sword through him!” I gasped. “It was so deep and I could tell what would happen finally. She didn't stop there as she sent two men after me. I had to kill those men before I was free!”

Who knows. I get distracted by some footsteps but I don’t look away from Mags, she’s my only focus. “If this is the sack of shit you want to defend, here he is. Viuda Negra dies tonight,” Dozer booms, as he drops Hugo on the ground, feet away. The male cries out in agony, though if he’s as high as I’m guessing he’s probably feeling a fraction of what he should. The Reeve’s eyes go wide as his arm with the gun lowers on its own. Mick doesn’t wait. We run toward him at full speed with all we have, just as I see a wolf I know to be Asher, also known as Missile, lunges from behind.