Novel & Cerita Dora X Diego Ship

When she saw Dewangga standing alone, she dropped the tool and embraced him tightly. “He… he’s gone?” she whispered. “He’s in the sea. We need to move before they send another boat,” Dewangga said, pulling away as his eyes snapped toward the captain, who had been hiding behind the helm. “Start the engine! Now! Full speed!” The motorboat roared again, cutting through the waves of the Sunda Strait more aggressively. Dewangga sank onto the wet deck, leaning against wooden crates. He stared at his scraped and bleeding hands.

Ariel's eyes gave Diego confidence. "We will try ma'am and thank you for the car you gave me," Diego said once again. "Sure, hurry up and leave because Daniel is going to the airport right now, and I don't want you to run into Daniel when he gets out of here," Ariel pleaded and as Diego got into the car Erly seemed to walk over to Ariel.

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

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 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 stood motionlessly as he stared at the grave in front of him. There hordes of people behind him but no one dared to get close to him. No one knew who it was but they all knew an important member of the Rodriguez family had died. No matter how hard they tried, the information on who had died wasn't found. An older woman walked closer to Diego as she slowly rubbed his shoulders while Diego turned slightly and buried his head in her arms. Whatever was happening, whatever was going to happen; they had to live first.

Then they narrowed into dangerous slits. “What did you just say?” Diego’s voice dropped into a quiet storm. “They cleaned it out, sir. Vault, chips, weapons, everything. No trace. No witnesses.” Diego stood up with sudden force, pushing the chair backward as it scraped against the floor. “You mean to tell me… I built an empire on that ship, paid off half the port, timed every goddamn delivery—only for some ghost to take it before I even touched the dock!?” he roared.

“It could be dangerous.” “I’m not staying here alone. Not after what happened yesterday.” Miguel hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. Stay close to me.” --- The drive to the docks was quiet. Miguel kept glancing at the rearview mirror, making sure no one was following them. His instincts told him something was wrong, but he couldn’t ignore Diego’s call. If Diego had information about Carlos, it could be the lead they needed. They arrived at the docks, an abandoned area filled with rusty containers and broken crates. The air smelled of salt and oil. Diego was nowhere in sight.

He dived into the gaping wound of the ship’s reactor core. 00:20. The earth gave a preliminary groan. In the slums, the Scrappers were screaming, their rusted skiffs being pulled toward the receding sea. Jago’s voice was a frantic crackle over the emergency bands. "Zora! The fault-line is opening! The whole coast is sliding!" "HOLD ON!" I roared into the comms, though I didn't know who I was talking to anymore. Inside the ship, Dante didn't use a blade. He used his Soul.

"I could do that for hours if I wanted to! You disgusting monster! Hell is the perfect place for you! The demons there would love to have a human-shaped demon like you!" "You've stepped on my pride, Caraline," Diego said, swatting Caraline's hand away. "I'll make sure your life is miserable." Diego called someone back on his cell phone. "Stop what you're doing." Caraline looked back at the screen. Deric's condition was very bad. The man looked unconscious with blood pooling around his head and chest. "Throw that man overboard," Diego ordered. "Stop!" Caraline moved forward, but Diego reluctantly pushed her until she fell to the floor.