Ice Age Diego And Shira Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

she muttered softly, her voice filled with fury. In the distance, Diego ran toward his grandmother. “Grandma! Grandma! Let’s go for a walk! I want ice cream!” Mrs. Hansel smiled warmly. “Alright, my dear boy.” “Hooray!” the little boy cheered happily, gripping his grandmother’s hand tightly. Qiara could only watch them from afar. “At least I still have Diego. That boy is the only reason I can survive here as Mrs. De Santos,” she whispered, staring at the road Leon had just taken.

The Diego that was tied to the bed started jerking himself like a zombie, struggling to free himself from the bondage he was in. " Diego, what is it? What happened?" Malia asked, trying to untie the bed spread. " Malia no! Don't do it, get out!" I screamed, trying to run to her, but it was too late. The other Diego had freed himself and lodged at her throat, biting into her and sucking her dry as she struggled underneath his weight, holding on to the last bits of life she had, her legs vibrating, evident that she was dying. I stood there in shock, completely speechless, and when the Other Diego was done, he got up, and realizing what he had just done he shouted " no!" and immediately, I was

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.

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!”

Of course, Diego was having none of it. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he shoved me playfully toward the bookshelf we had already opened onto the dark tunnel beyond. “If you don’t get in there, then I can’t seal the bookshelf door, and I can’t set the fire that’s supposed to convince everyone you’re dead.” I winced at the pain of leaving them. “Bye, I guess,” I said, but still my feet did not move. Isaiah was holding back tears, his nose flaring with the attempt. Diego’s jaw flexed, the only giveaway that he was holding something back, too.

I have offered you a ticket out of hell. She reddened and shifted worriedly off one foot onto the other. “It’s not that simple… And this isn’t hell…” In the cool breeze, Diego suppressed a shiver… The sun was up in the sky, burning bright, but he was freezing. He looked out at the water under the blue sky and then down at the sand below his feet. “It is… by my standards.” “But you’re rich and spoiled…” “Wouldn’t you like to be rich and spoiled too?” he murmured smoothly as silk, planting a lean brown hand to her narrow back to gently press her back towards the path.

Sienna intended to get married soon so that they could be together. Diego squinted and said, "I'll talk to Master when we return." As Diego was about to pull Sienna into his arms for an intimate moment, he saw something at the seashore, and he was shocked. "F*ck!" "What happened?" Sienna asked as she looked in the direction where Diego was looking. She shuddered and said, "Senior Brother, it looks like someone is lying there. It seems to be a woman."

SAVANNAH'S POV I wanted to pull away but I couldn't. In seconds, our lips meshed. It was hot and I didn't realised when my fingers cupped his cheeks and we were breathing in each other's mouths. "Diego, the—the food is getting cold," I whimpered, pulling away and breathing harder than I ever had. "The food can wait," he whispered in my ears and my breath rose even more. My hands were on his rising chest and my fingers circled his tattoos. "I like that," he growled, his eyes sharp, piercing through my skin.

# 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.