Diego X Shira の小説・ストーリー

Kelly’s POV I couldn’t get the image out of my mind, Shirley dancing with Ivan, so close, so effortlessly. My chest ached with jealousy, and I tried really hard to control it. I had been interested in Ivan for months, and seeing him with her felt like a betrayal. How could she? She did not even know how to dance properly, and yet he held her hand and taught her, looked at her like she was special. “I’m ready to go, Kelly,” Shirley said. Her eyes sparkled, confidence shining through like a new light.

Shira asked, trying to maintain the polite tone but a little annoyed that he kept on using that name in reference to her uncoordination. “A contract marriage proposal. I want you to marry me." Cold said with a straight face. Shira froze in her seat for a while. What did she just hear? Contract marriage? Marriage? *** Cole had imagined that his biggest problem would be getting his parents to accept Shira but it seemed that getting the girl to accept the contract was what he really should have been more worried about. The look on her face when he presented the contract papers was all that clouded his thoughts. "What?!" She had said in a very loud tone as she shot up from her seat.

Something about him just made her senses go out the window till she was nothing but a bundle of needs and desires. “That’s not true,” she said. He laughed darkly, “Don’t worry, Estella. I’ll get back at you for this little trick you just played on me.” She waited till she heard his footsteps fade away till she slid down the door to the ground and buried her face in her hands, wondering what the hell she was going to do about Diego. She couldn’t continue like this with him. Meanwhile, Diego marched to his room, angry about Estella rejecting him. He needed to find a way to break through the defenses she was trying to set up and get her needy and achy for him again like she had been the previou

Another of them, the one who had first seen her ignored them, and started walking towards her, his hand on his zipper. Shira twisted her face away as she finally felt tears fill her eyes. She was going to die out here after being used for pleasure by these filthy males, if she did not die in the process. She was never going to meet her mate, never going to know for certain what he looked like.

“Oh, winter white!” Diego just shook his head as the chaste smile on his face widened. “Remaining one chance.” “It’s chocolate hazel. It is, right?” she confidently articulated that her voice amplified, sitting on top of the gigantic arch. “And what if you’re wrong?” Diego provoked with both of his hands still behind his neck as he leaned on the high branch of a Sianthus tree parallel to the arch. Larina tilted her head and look straight at his aquatic eyes. “I’ll be indebted to you,” she retorted, making Diego’s smile swap with a silly grin.

she links. Easier access. Just hike up that skirt you’ve got on, pull my pants down slightly, and I can fuck you against the wall. I send her a mental picture of me pressing the front of her body against the partially finished mural, my cock driving deep into her soaking wet pussy. And the scent of her arousal increases dramatically as she fists my cock and starts to move her hand on me. Diego looks over at us and clears his throat, an amused grin on his face. “I think that we might need to let some of our friends go. We’ve got some new mates that are having a bit of trouble keeping their hands to themselves.”

Diego air quotes as he leans against his car and lights a cigarette. "D, shut up." She hisses at him. "Who?" I look back and forth between them. "Tristan, was it?" Diego speaks when she doesn't, I raise my eyebrows, urging her to explain herself. "He's my best friend and he's going through something." She defends. "Yeah, right," Diego calls bullshit, "You know, if you guys don't want to be together then just break up and stop hurting each other's feelings like this." He places the cigarette between his lips and exhales through his nose.

Jameson took a step forward, locking eyes with him. The man reached for his mask and pulled it down, revealing his face... Diego! Phoenix gasped in excitement, her hand flying to her lips. Without wasting a moment, she ran to hug Diego tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Gawd! You're alive!" she exclaimed, breaking the hug to look at his face. Diego smiled, ruffling her short hair. "Short hair suits you better," he stated and returned his gaze to Jameson. "Aren't you going to hug me?" Diego asked. Jameson burst into tears. Diego sighed and went to him instead. He drew his brother close and hugged him.

“We—” Diego paced in front of the brothers, the whip in his hand dragging lightly across the ground. “You’ve crossed the line,” he began, his tone sharp. “Getting Mia into an accident? Putting her life at risk? You dare call yourselves her mates, yet you treat her like this?” Xavier lifted his head slightly again. “It’s not what—” “Silence!” Diego’s command thundered through the air, and Xavier immediately dropped his head again. The whip cracked against the ground.I flinched, my heart pounding as I watched Diego circle them.

This was my best friend. The two people I had trusted most in the world were fucking each other in our bed while I had been out there covered in blood, running for my life, choosing between my son and a man who had owned my soul. I stepped forward. The floor creaked under my foot as they both froze at the same time. Diego’s head snapped up. His eyes met mine across the room, and the color drained from his face in an instant. “Cierra…” he whispered, voice cracking like thin ice.