Diego X Ted Nocturnals Novels & Stories

If tears were the price of divinity, then let the night remember mine. END OF BOOK 1💜

He trailed off, smiling to himself. Mom Camilla gave him a bombastic side-eye before walking away, leaving him to his delusions. Diego made his way to his bedroom, pausing at the door. He inhaled deeply. “Your scent is still here, Thersa… I can feel you, ounce by ounce, every now and then,” he muttered to the empty room. ….….. As the morning light flooded the hospital room, Celeste lay still. Until her eyelids slowly opened and fluttered…. Wendy stepped in just in time to see it.

She managed to find his room and– oddly– there was no security there. Without knocking, she pushed the doors open but she froze midway. Diego stood by his bed, shirtless, with nothing but a towel around his waist. His wet hair fell over his face as he looked at her. He tilted his head to the side, noticing the look of anger melting into fluster on her face. “Come in.” He said. She managed to tear her eyes off his muscled chest and meet his eyes. Dark ink decorated his body, calling her attention back to them. His tattoos were not easy to translate, they were like abstract art but she related them to death and evil.

“Maybe. But Diego’s locked up now. And in the psych ward on top of it. Screams every night that someone’s still talking in his head, giving orders. Won’t sleep. Says the voice is always watching.” The garage felt suddenly colder. A couple guys laughed it off—ghost stories for bikers—but I couldn’t. I sat there frozen, beer untouched, Rico’s words echoing with the auto-tuned laugh still ringing in my ears. What if that was me next? I’d already done the first job—uploaded the videos. Taken the stranger’s help. And tonight… tonight he’d known exactly where I was and what I was watching. I excused myself early, claiming a headache from the ride. No one pushed; they were too deep in race logistic

33A NIGHT WITH MR XANDER Chapter 33: The funeral "I said look!" He yelled making her snap her eyes open. Her eyes wet with tears slowly made contact with the tombstone in front of her. Her breath cut as she let out a gasp and soon shock registered in it. There was another name instead of Josh's. XANDER could see the shock in her eyes and knowing what the look was he said. "He's not the one. He's the guy at the cartel. He touched you and so he died, I made sure of it.

Damon went to his room and took a quick shower first, getting rid of his blood off his body before he threaded the hallway down the basement where the fucker was waiting for him. Just like Davien had said, he was sedated. Strapped on top of his favorite mortuary bed with metal bind cuffed around his ankles and wrists. This one’s still young, like a couple years his junior but he got to admit he’s quite good. He got him even though didn’t have a clear shot. “How long has it been?” Damon asks his brother sitting behind the computer set up. Davien taps his chin and fleeted his eyes on his wristwatch. “An hour now, he’ll probably wake up in a bit.”

"Are you saying VX is a plant?" “I’m saying he’s been holding a kill-switch for us since he arrived!” Mateo began pacing, his claws twitching at his fingertips. “And now the other half of this is probably sitting in his bathroom while he pretends to be the perfect mate. Then there’s Diego Martinez. That bastard is right in the middle of it.” “Slow down.” I stepped into his path, forcing him to halt. “You aren't making sense. Diego hasn't been in our territory since the transition.”

It was pitch black. Is something wrong? Should I call the doctor? Diego asked as Romeo winced holding his head. No, I am perfectly fine. Don't worry about me. Romeo said as he stood upright. Diego nodded his head and said ok but you seemed out of sorts just now what happened? nothing really I just thought I thought I felt something similar to this happened before but as long as nothing what's your name? my name is Diego I'm Romeo. I know, everyone knows your name you are the schools starboy and you are..... wow.

"I still think Mexico is a very bad idea. Just let Baron and I take it up from here. And as for the girl you hired, how sure are you that she hasn't been busted? How sure are you that you aren't been watched?" "I'm a vampire Cardin, if I'm being watched, I'll know. Nobody is watching me, and I'm leaving for Mexico tomorrow. My source told me that they are out of supply which means Federico will definitely be going to get another one. So I want to be there to be able to trail him" Something doesn't just feel right about this "this could be a trap from them Ashley, they may know that you are spying on them and they are trying to lure you into their den"

Diego: “Be ready in ten. Wear something you don’t mind ditching.” Alex’s fingers tightened around the device. Diego Vega was many things—loyal, ruthless when needed, and dangerously clever. Born in the rough streets of East Borough, Diego had clawed his way into the Morano fold with a mix of raw instinct and brutal efficiency. Though he bore no Morano blood, he’d earned his place as one of the most trusted men in the organization—and Alex’s only true friend in the world. At 6:05 AM sharp, the door creaked open again. This time, Diego entered dressed like a mechanic, complete with grease-streaked coveralls and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.