Ice Age Voice Of Diego Mga Nobela at Kwento

I challenged with my soft voice. Diego rolled his eyes and crossed over both of his hands. “Your riddle is ridiculous. Just state the answer.” “Hey, you’re the one who’s being unfair right now,” I protested but no words ever came out of his lips, and just walked away. My jaw falls, he’s being unreasonable again! “Diego! Diego, stop right there!” I yelled but he didn’t stop nor turn around. Damn, is this how he acts when sullen?

Diego said and smirked. "And what's that?". Rocco asked. "That I don't give a fuck!!!". Diego screamed aloud that he was sure that his voice might have blocked Rocco's ear. He hung up the call and threw his phone at the backseat. He turned on the engine of the car,"I don't give a fuck if you have a man Silver, you're mine". He said while revising his car and turning the car wheel to the road before he zoomed off. * *

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

Hi, I am going to write the next chapter in Diego’s pov and because he’s Spanish, his inner monologue and the exchanges between him and his wolf are Spanish too. However, I don’t speak a word of Spanish and I don’t want you to have to g****e translate the entire inner monologue. So instead I’ll write the whole thing in English and you can imagine it with a thick Spanish accent. In my mind, Diego looks like a young Antonio Banderas or like Diego Luna ( I know he’s Mexican, but still).

Was the boy trying to scare me? I pulled onto the emergency lane, then took a deep breath and rubbed my belly. "Son, did your memories get scrambled during your reincarnation? We live in the twenty-first century now. We have heated floors at home, and we didn't need hunting rifles for food a long time ago." 'Who said his memory's scrambled? Just do what he said! In our last life, when the extreme cold hit, the whole world was thrown into another ice age. The people who froze to death turned into zombies! My brother and I died when the zombies bit into our necks!'

Diego gave out a devilish smile, looking at me. My mouth came dropping down at his lies. "That's not true!" I yelled, rushing up to Mom and Diego. She was already eating his story. "I did not beg you to come!" "Oh really? I still have the voice record here. Mind if I play it?" "Voice what?!" I exclaimed in shock, staring at a confident Diego, who raised his phone for Mom to see. I wanted to doubt his words, but when I recalled our past... "Oh, let me hear it, " Mom suggested.

Alex’s POV “Hi, Diego San-pedro,” I greeted the man in front of me,calling his name with an Italian accent despite looking like early fifties. He raised a brow and stared at me, shocked that I sounded like that even though I didn’t look Italian. “You Italiano?” He asked, raising a brow as he passed through the middle of his guards that opened up like curtains, and stood in front of me. “No, but I know an Italiano that is out of control,” I replied. “Your unfortunate son, Ricko.”

I looked at the source of that voice and saw a group of students blocking the hallway. One of them smirked and said “You are still her mate?” Laughter erupted in the hallway, I ignored them and kept walking. That only made them louder. One of them said “Maybe Cross will let you watch next time.” My fist tightened so hard my nails cut into my palm. I stopped walking. The hallway suddenly became quiet but before I could move, another voice cut through the tension “Move.” It was cold and dangerous. Hearing it, everyone froze instantly. I looked at the person and saw Aiden Cross walking down the hallway wearing his hockey jacket loosely over his shoulders.

Recorded message from Maya: "This is Maya Chen, coordinator of the Northeastern Confederation. We're survivors, not military. We're here because Dr. Navarro at the CDC traced the climate cycles to your facility. We're not here to attack. We're here to help. We know the freeze was accident. We know you've been trying to fix it. We want to work with you. We want to prevent the next cycle. If anyone inside that facility wants to talk, wants to find solution together, respond to this frequency. We'll be listening." The broadcast repeated on loop. Every thirty minutes. Maximum range.

***Beatrice POV*** As I observed Omar in the cave, I noticed that his skin tone was returning to its healthy state, which relieved me. Despite being healed, he was struggling with the heat from the volcano. He rested his head against the rocky wall and displayed signs of distress, including labored breathing and sweat on his face. I wished I knew how to help him regain his Drakon essence, but we had not spoken since I healed his injury. However, it was clear that he was not the only one affected by the heat. Naomi and Blizzard were also struggling, fanning themselves to cool off, while I didn't seem bothered by it.