Diego X Ted Nocturnals Novels & Stories

When he finally broke the contact, his eyes weren't silver or grey—they were a deep, dark charcoal, swirling with a desire that was far more dangerous than the Sin-Eater. ​"He's gone," I breathed, my head spinning. ​Julian looked at the pile of ash on the floor, then back at me. His thumb grazed my lower lip, which was still tingling from the surge. "The scavenger is gone. but the Board will have felt that pulse." ​He turned to the main terminal, his fingers flying across the keys. The encryption for Life Zero flashed on the screen—a set of coordinates in the middle of the North Atlantic.

"I'm fine." "You're exhausted," Sarah countered. "And you're no use to either of us if you collapse. I can keep watch for a few hours." Their eyes met across the room, a silent battle of wills. Finally, Diego nodded. "Wake me in four hours. No heroics if anything happens—wake me immediately." "Understood." "The best," Diego agreed. "Ex-NSA. We paid off his gambling debts when no one else would."

He couldn’t recall all of them cleanly, but a few lines returned to him. “On the slab of stone, in the rite of copulation, Tancorix cried; Her and her chosen lover, in torrid passion, both at once died. In the circle of life, death loomed fast on her shade. Until her ashes soul be fed, bled and reborn in a loving maid.”

Driven by desire, I lifted my other hand and placed it on my breasts. Trevor's face was already flushed with excitement. "Yes, honey, just like that..." We moved our hips in unison, each lost in the rhythm on our respective sides of the screen. Samson, as if competing with the man on the phone, moved faster and harder with each thrust. Then, the screen glitched, and Trevor's panting voice filled the room. "You were amazing today, honey. Come home soon, and I'll reward you with your toy. I'm tired, and I need to rest for a bit."

A few moments later, Noah and Jake suddenly laughed as if they're having a fun conversation with their eyes. I couldn't help but look at the huge thing bulging between Diego's legs, Noah didn't seem to be lying, his penis was fucking big and fat, it almost came out in his tight Calvin Klein briefs. "I don't like taking anything for free." Diego suddenly said to me and I looked like a fool nodding at him. Fuck! I can't believe what's happening right now, I was in the same room with Noah Centineo, Jake Andrich, and Diego Barros. This is so fucking hot.

This one isn’t the night before—it’s the night of. Malik. Alive. Angry. Shouting at someone off-screen. Then Diego steps into frame, dagger flashing like a shard of night. The stabbing is quick, brutal. Malik’s howl echoes in my ears even though I know it’s only silence on tape. He goes down, thrashing in blood. Struggles. Then stillness creeps over him like a sheet being pulled. I don’t breathe until Ramos switches the file. The next clip shows Diego again, but different. He’s pacing, stumbling, his hands still red. His face is cracked open by grief or madness—I can’t tell which. He disappears off frame, then the camera at the warehouse picks him up two hours later.

, Noah yelled, his voice thick with fright. Just then, Diego burst into the room where the sound was coming from with a sense of desperation. However, he froze in utter shock and confusion as he stumbled upon an empty room. It was a vast space, void of any object except for an old crate in the middle of the room. Diego looked around, his brows furrowed in a confused frown. Then Noah's voice came once again, “Dad. I'm up here.” Diego's instincts kicked in and his eyes landed on a small, sleek speaker sitting on the old dusty crate.

We have a history, and I know I won't attack him unless I defend myself. "You bitch!" Diego growls and runs at me. "Bad idea, Diego." I raise my hand and pull the trigger. The bullet hits his shoulder, and Diego falls to his knees, hissing in pain and grabbing his shoulder. I take a step closer and shoot the other shoulder. Step by step, I move closer and face my fear. The things Diego did were far worse than a few kills on my hands. He acts like he's a victim when he wanted them all dead, to begin with. I stop a few steps away from him, and Diego looks up at me. A sick grin spreads across his lips. "You can kill me, but I'll still be there- in your nightmares. You won't forget me, butterfly

Diego said "I am what you'd call a Pnevma. A host to one of the Ten Black Spirits." "Wait wait....black Spirits. " Altar said " I've only heared stories about Black Spirits. Spirits made of raw Dark Energy....i only thought those were myths" "Im as real as they come" Diego said," Theres one living inside of me. Last night you saw only a glimpse of what they can do. The thought of it is terrifying. Dorian wants my power. He wants to extract it from me and into himself so he can rule Beaunotique."

She opened the box and saw a DVD cover. She pulled it out and read the title. 'Together' On the cover, an image of a familiar looking man along with a boy who also looked awfully familiar. She couldn't really put her finger on who it was. She looked at the back of the cover and read the information. "Benjamin Frost?" she whispered to herself in shock. She thought she heard a door open. So she put away the DVD cover and placed the box back in its place. She walked out the room to see the master bedroom door being closed. She walked into the room and found Damien sitting on the bed. She sat beside him and held his hand.