Dora X Diego Novels & Stories

Diego supported as he threw an arm over my shoulders like it was a normal thing. He did it so casually, throwing me off guard for a minute. "Ohh" I gasped. Damon turned almost immediately as a frown crept its way to his face. "What happened?" "Oh, it's nothing" I answered with a wave and then an awkward silence fell amongst us as Damon's eyes danced between Diego and I. "Let go of her," Damon ordered with a serious expression. "Oh come on Man, I need support emotionally, and also physically," Diego replied.

in the most beautiful writing she had ever seen. Diego left the class immediately after it ended, his head was banging with an ache from all the long talks. All along, he managed to keep his eyes off Kyra but now he just needed a break from these many odd-looking people, it was making him sick. He walked down the empty hallway, gathering his thoughts in every way possible and rearranging his next move on the prey he had sought for so many years. "Demon Alpha!" He paused abruptly, his face holding a stiff expression as he turned to see who had uttered those words.

We had to find that key as quickly as possible and get out of that cursed house before Diego, the house guard, arrived. Diego was the man Sir David had ordered to guard the house. He was a notorious thug on Skull Island. There wasn’t a single resident who didn’t know him. Anyone who hears his name will shudder with fear because Diego is extremely sadistic and won’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. On top of that, he isn’t afraid of the police. He’s small in stature, though not skinny. Still, he’s capable of striking fear into many people. Every time we met or spoke with him, I always lowered my head or turned my face away. So, it was Leo who dealt with him more often.

I could bet everything I had that the sucker went to meet Darla in there. "Wait here," I instructed Diego and the other guy. "Let me go and see what he's doing in there. I have to make sure that he's going to be in there for a long time." Diego nodded, and I quickly walked to the hotel's restaurant, and it didn't take me a while to spot him. He was hugging Darla. They looked so cozy together and one can tell that those two were fucking each other. 'I'm sorry, Darla. But if I can't have him, then no one else will. Let's all suffer his loss.' I muttered under my breath as I hurried out of the restaurant and went to Diego.

I had not done anything except stand there, frozen and terrified, waiting for the pain that was sure to come. The noble's eyes went wide, and his grip on my arm loosened, and I stumbled back, pressing myself against the wall as I watched Capitán Diego step between us. Diego was tall, even taller than the noble, with broad shoulders and cold grey eyes and a scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. His hand was wrapped around the noble's wrist, and his fingers were squeezing so hard that I could see the noble's knuckles turning white. "Touch her again," Diego said, and his voice was low and quiet, "and I will take your hand."

Diego straightened his suit jacket, then bent forward in a formal bow. “Respected Elders… I am Briella’s husband. My name is Diego Elsher.” ***

You rejected his feelings in place of someone else. Kiri: Do I really have to do that. Ban: I think so. By the way. Hey Diego. Please don't let it get to yo- you. He's all white. His soul left his body. Diego is dead. Massive damage to the heart. What is wrong with these demons. Their all surprisingly awkward when it comes to Romance. Ban: Oi Diego. Don't die. Aren't yoi going to bot give up. I mean that was a long time back. Thing could have changed now. Who knows.

# 67 Diego drag his feet into the house…his face swollen due to the nonstop tears after Shania has been cremated. He stared at the urn, the smooth ceramic surface reflecting his own hollow face. Grief threatened to drown him, a suffocating wave pulling him under. But he wouldn't let it. Not yet. Grief was a luxury he couldn't afford. Not until he found Tiana. ‘Tiana.’ He growl under his breathe. If only he knew that name would be a curse, he would have never allowed her into this house. Diego stood still in the house, his eyes ran to Tiana’s room.

Zayn regained quite a lot of his energy over the past few seconds, then he began to walk toward Diego. “You’re doomed, Diego.” Zayn walked over and stared at Diego coldly. Diego’s face was filled with fear and panic. He struggled to stand up while begging for forgiveness, “Zayn, I’m a member of Sicut In Caelo anyhow. You can’t kill me.” “Is that so?” Zayn sneered, his murderous intent brewing. Diego seemed to be panicking even more. He hastily said, “Zayn! I know where your mother is. If you don’t kill me, I’ll take you to meet her willingly!”

Diego’s voice was low, raspy, and full of challenge. Hazel smiled, a small curve filled with both hesitation and boldness. Her hand began to move, up and down, within the grip guided by Diego. The movement was stiff, but the effect was immediate. Diego’s breath hitched. Then, with a sudden, shocking movement, Diego flipped their positions. Now he was hovering over her, easily pinning both her wrists above her head. The weight of his warm, hard body pressed into her—a feeling that should have been terrifying, but was instead... igniting.