Diego With Dora Novels & Stories

If they were still together, they would be celebrating their six month anniversary in less than a week but the both of them were nowhere to be found. After talking to his mom; Diego actually wanted to run to her and bring her back. Hold her tightly in his arms, kiss her till she forgot her name, whisper all kinds of love words into her ears and reassure her that he would always be there for her. Diego wanted to do it. He wanted her back. And he was going to get her back. Diego stared at the three dudes right in front of him, seeing Peter video calling him; he already knew that the trio were together. He picked the call and wasn't surprised that they were at a club.

“I thought so''. Dahlia muttered when she noticed that Teresa didn't know what to say. Speaking of which, Teresa indeed didn't have much to say, so she left the kitchen, leaving Dahlia behind. It took many minutes, but Dahlia finally finished washing the plates. Soon, she retired to her bedroom, and with a gloomy face, she laid on her bed and slept off. Diego was unable to sleep at all. He just reunited with his first daughter, and now she wants to return back to Las Vegas. Diego couldn't handle the thoughts going on in his head, so he left his room and went to find Daisy. After just a few minutes of searching for Daisy, Diego saw her outside. She was sitting on the pavement and was staring

Diego and Alfred heard it and they both turned to look at him. Kelvin ignored them and went into his room to wait for his father's personal assistant. "Doris." Alfred calls. A thirty year old woman with braided blond hair and grey eyes entered. "Show Diego to his room so he can freshen up and tell Lucy to prepare something for Diego to eat." Doris nodded. Diego assisted Doris in getting the luggage from the booth into his room. Diego jumped on the bed and slept off immediately. The trip from San Francisco to New York city wore him out and he has to rest in order to regain the lost strength.

IRENE Diego's words brought a bittersweet solace to my anguished soul as he lay there dying. For some weird reason I believed everything he had just said earlier, it all boiled down to the warm way I felt the first time I saw him, this was somebody I could trust. I did not want him to die. I could not help but think that I had seen so much death in just the past 2 days and I definitely did not want to see more. I searched his eyes, desperately clinging to the flicker of hope within them. In that moment, Diego's gaze held a tenderness that transcended the pain that coursed through his veins. It was a mirror image of what looked like love but I was not sure. He strained as he pulled my ear clo

(Yeah, it feels like suicide, but he helped me when I was in need, so if there is even a single percent chance that he is in need of help, then I am surely going there. I walked a few meters inside the woods. I saw the back of Diego, but he wasn't wearing his shirt anymore, and there was blood on his torso. I gasped and walked towards him. "Oh my god, Diego, are you alright?" I ran towards him and turned him towards me. There were animal claw-like marks on his abs and chest. "God, you are badly hurt," I said, but to my surprise, the wounds that were in front of my eyes a second ago started to heal themselves automatically. I widened my eyes and raised my head to look into his eyes. I fell on

"But now we have to deal with what happened." Diego turned to her, and his face was full of sadness. "Mariana, I didn't choose this. But I would pick you and our kids again. "Always." The silence that followed was thick, like the calm after a storm. They knew deep down that they had changed along with the world. As Diego and Mariana tried to deal with what had happened after the battle, someone stepped out of the shadows. They thought Lucia Torres was dead, but there she was, alive and bloody, with a look in her eyes that showed she was more than just trying to stay alive.

Zayn regained quite a lot of his energy over the past few seconds, then he began to walk toward Diego. “You’re doomed, Diego.” Zayn walked over and stared at Diego coldly. Diego’s face was filled with fear and panic. He struggled to stand up while begging for forgiveness, “Zayn, I’m a member of Sicut In Caelo anyhow. You can’t kill me.” “Is that so?” Zayn sneered, his murderous intent brewing. Diego seemed to be panicking even more. He hastily said, “Zayn! I know where your mother is. If you don’t kill me, I’ll take you to meet her willingly!”

Thalia POV “Aiden is on his way, Tio.” I said as he grabbed his medical bag. He is coming with us in case my mom needs any medical attention. “I need to call Mia. She needs to know.” I stepped away for a minute and called her. When she answers the phone, I start crying, “Hermanita!” “Hermana, what’s wrong?” She asked with concern. “Diego came here. His men are dead and Rodrigo is still sucking his thumb. Aiden took Diego to the dungeons.”

Diego said. Diego walked past the Doctor casually, pretending not to notice the man who was spying on him. But apparently, the man noticed Diego's approaching steps. He lowered the camera, turned around and prepared to run away as fast as he could. "Where are you going, huh?" Diego asked. Before the man could leave, Diego had arrived first and reached for his clothes. It was over, this man would never escape again. Diego had seen his face, and recognized it. No matter how far the man went, he would not be able to escape Diego's snare.

“Dr. De Vega… he’s dead.” “What? Damn…” Timotheus massaged the bridge of his nose after hearing the bad news. “What? Something wrong?” Ferran looked at him then diverted his gaze on the road. “You will not believe who did it. Jul—Danryll!” Timotheus heard Zyrille’s voice from the other line. “We need to go. Something’s going on with the kids… What?” “Hey—hello? Danryll!” Timotheus looked at the screen of his phone and the call ended. “Dr. De Vega… he died. He was killed.”