Dora X Diego Novels & Stories

Zoe gave him a deadly stare. “Pity she’s dead,” she said. “I’d have liked to meet her. But you didn’t come here just to show me this. Where does the money come in?” Diego reached into his bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Mind if I smoke?” he asked. She stood up, grabbed the pack, took one stick for herself, and lit it. She puffed and collapsed on the couch. “Do your thing,” she said. Diego lit his cigarette and blew out a thick cloud.

They quickly pulled away from each other, feeling a little confused. "Dante!!!" Diego's eyes widened when he heard his Alpha's name. He quickly wiped his lips and rushed out of the kitchen. He went upstairs with his werewolf speed and soon, he reached Dante's room. "What happened?" Diego asked as he saw Dante's motionless body on the floor. Olivia lifted her teary gaze at him and replied with a trembling voice. "Dante isn't breathing, he doesn't have a pulse either …"

Diego chuckled as he watched him act like it's a cool thing to do and shook his head in disbelief by his shallow decision. "I won't bury his body... I swear," Diego mumbled and carried the bowl to the living space. He settled himself into one of Raverine's comfy sofa and placed the bowl of nacho chips on his lap. He watched the movie and let Raverine do what he wants to do to accomplish his suicidal plan.

The shockwave sent the remaining mercenary flying and shattered the glass in the lighthouse windows above us. ​The Duke’s silver eyes flickered. He gasped, his body jerking as the two personalities fought for control. The shadows around us began to dissolve into mist. ​"Elowen..." his voice was human now. Weak. "You... you're stronger than the Jump." ​"I’m the one who decides if we live or die," I said, my hand still pinned to his chest. "Not you. Not Silas. Me." ​Just as the "Doctor" started to surface, a red dot appeared on my shoulder.

Dora held Sara by the elbow and lead her out of the cells, Outside was what looked like a blood bath, many people were laying everywhere dead, Dora couldn't even make up which of the people belonged to her father and which didn't, she turned to Sara “Who did you come with?" She asked, “David, oh my God, I hope he isn't dead" She exclaimed “So you still love him?" Dora shook her head in disappointment " Of course not. I don't love any of these men, not your father and definitely not David” Sara snapped. Has they made their way, The Don was following behind at a distance, Dora took Sara to the bank shore where they found a number of boats she assumed David and his men had used. She and Sara go

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.

It was Diego, who is now wearing a black loose t-shirt, shorts, and home slippers, walking towards where I was. Without saying anything, he sat at the edge of the sofa, opposite to where I was. He did not greet nor move at all. He just started watching the movie like me. I sighed silently and rested my chin on my palm, focusing my attention on the movie again, until the storyline reached the part where the girl met another man and the man proposed to her. I heard Diego sigh beside me. “Did you meet another man here in New York?” he mumbled. Is he talking to me?

This villa holds memories of our last time happy together, in this villa was the last time I saw Diego… my Diego the same way. We all grew up together; Damian, Diego, Dester, my sister Sydney and I. Diego and I were best friends then we grew older and became lovers, Dester and Sydney had always been together, I remember them holding hands and kissing almost every time, they were the definition of teenage love , crazy, reckless, so in love. Reckless, maybe they shouldn't have been so reckless in their love, maybe then Dester would not have died and Sydney would not be in that coma, and maybe if Dester had not died and Sydney was not in a coma Damian would not have shot Diego, Diego would not

" Diego drew his longsword and cut the ropes off Khloris' limbs in one swipe. A sinister glint flashed in Diego's eyes as he raised his arm, swiping it in Khloris' direction! Diego moved fast. Despite having regained her freedom, Khloris's internal energy was destroyed, and she was still weak. She tried to dodge him but failed to do so. He caught her wrist in the blink of an eye. Diego got closer, keeping his grasp on her wrist. He moved nearer to Khloris and sniffed her; a disgustingly drunk look was on his face. He exclaimed, "You smell so good, Khloris. I can barely help myself around you."

The haunted look in Diego's eyes spoke volumes, revealing the depth of his grief and the scars left behind by his tragic past. "Who did this to you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, already dreading the answer. Diego smirked bitterly, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and sorrow. "Your Xavier's father," he replied, his voice filled with venom. "My son, my mate, both taken from me by that monster." The pain in his words was palpable, a raw emotion that cut through the air like a knife. "But the lucky bastard is dead before I could get my hands on him," Diego continued, his fists clenched in anger. "But guess what? I found his son, and I'll make sure he pays for his father's sins