Dora X Diego Novels & Stories

Diego breathed softly into her hair, his hands slowly caressing her back. Freya snuggled deeper into his arms, burying her face in his chest. Tears of agony and helplessness seeped through her eyelids, soaking Diego's shirt. As Diego stroked her back gently, her body shook with sobs, her heart heavy with the weight of her dilemma.

Nothing at all,' I said looking at him sympathetically. 'I know Dawn. Please I just need a hug from you. Just this one time. My wolf is almost dead due to this confinement. I might die soon after. I just want a hug from you this one time, even if I don't see you again forever,' Diego said tears streaming down his face. 'If I hug and my mate gets to smell you on me, he will kill you without thinking twice,' I said. 'I will gladly die in his hands knowing I have your forgiveness before I breathe my last. Remove my chains, Dawn. Just one hug is all I need. The key is right behind you,' Diego said and I looked at the wall behind me to see a single key on the wall.

my husband asks him, voice rising in fury, “Who is the leader? Who is it who dares come after my family? They will pay!” “That’s the other thing I wanted to tell you, but I need you to promise that you’ll try to stay calm,” Diego says, brow furrowed in concern, “Believe me, I’m just as furious too. But we need to fight with clear heads here.” My husband takes a deep breath and nods. He sits back down and takes my hand, nodding for Diego to continue. “Dora is the leader,” Diego says nervously, anticipating my mate’s reaction, “She is behind this movement, and has been behind everything. The attempted abductions. Everything. It’s been her all along.”

Diego rose from his seat, approaching me and deftly fastening a corsage around my right wrist. Much like Ruth, Diego had assumed the role of a father figure in my life, filling a void I had longed for. He consistently demonstrated care and concern for my well-being, even in the knowledge that I was mated to the man responsible for the death of his son. The patch of grey hair in his locks stood as a testament to his maturity and wisdom. "You look stunning, Aurora," Diego complimented before his companion, George, took a step forward. "This is George, a friend of mine and a business partner," Diego introduced, directing my attention to the young man, who appeared somewhat apprehensive about ap

The man and woman in the sports car were Doflamingo And Dora. To be honest, Doflamingo didn’t think that this auction was interesting. He only wanted to bring Dora out for some fresh air. Dora had not fully recovered yet. However, she had agreed to come out with him and hopes that something would jog her memories. “Dora let’s go, the largest private room has already been booked for us,” Doflamingo said with smile.

I say, my voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "I would've never given up on looking for you. What do you think I've been doing the past five days?" Diego pulls back slightly to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with emotion. "I've tortured and killed too many motherfuckers to count. Just so I could feel you like this in my arms again." When I don't respond, he leans in and brushes his lips against mine. I flinch away, remembering the last person who kissed me was his brother. He tenses but moves to cup my cheek instead.

Raul purred as Jim leaned forward to accept a light kiss on the cheek. “Raul Diego, may I introduce Chloe Kensington, my coworker?” Jim said as he pulled Chloe into the space between them. Raul was an average looking fellow beneath the glitz and glitter of his flamboyant getup. Being of equal height to Jim, Chloe felt small and insignificant as she craned her head to look up at his delicate and quite feminine face.

“And Dora… she signed the death contract with UMBRA, she wants revenge. Dora misses you so much. I heard her weeping in secret last night, and she has sworn to kill the reaper to avenge your death… I’m sorry it got to this.” “Don't worry about the contract she signed. I won't let her walk into hell like we did. If only you were able to walk away, you wouldn't be dead, and I wouldn't still be in hell. I'll stop her, and UMBRA won't have our Dora's life in the wrap of their fingers like they did with ours.” “Rest well, my friend.” 🦪 ~UMBRA~ I walk into the gate of UMBRA with determination on my face. I am going to stop Dora from entering this mess by all possible means.

However, a second later, Diego hugged her roughly and planted his lips roughly on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses there until Anna let out a muffled scream as she pushed Diego's body away. "Diego, what are you doing?" Anna screamed, finally managing to push Diego away and immediately clutching the side of her neck, as if she had just been bitten by a vicious zombie. Meanwhile, Diego laughed again, satisfied with seeing the results of his work on Anna's neck. "That's just the beginning, Anna! I'll make sure to make some more marks on other parts of your body and you'll have to start thinking about how to explain that to Jeremy later!" **

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.