Is Dora Diego's Cousin Novels & Stories

North was my younger brother while Diego and Cleto were my paternal twin cousins. Cleto whistled as he saw Goldie or whatever her name was, grabbing her clothes clumsily off the floor with the bundle of cash as well. "That chick's hot." He commented and I stretched as the three of them sat down while she left. "You can have her, she's boring though," I informed him and he smirked before looking at the now-shut door that she had just gotten out of. I took a huge breath glancing at Diego. "What's the update with the man?"

I ought to have known. Isabella POV The hood was peeled off revealing Death to be Andres. It was him all along. He is Death, one of the deadly assassins of the Red circle. Andres— I meant Death stared at me with ice cold eyes. His frosty white hair contrasted well with his pale skin.“Andres—” I was interrupted by Yennefer speaking. “He is not Andres.” She replied, “You still haven’t figured it out yet. Surely you must have felt something right? I mean after all you two are family.” When Yennefer finished speaking, my heart tightened into a knot. I gazed back at Andres, his expression grim and stoic. I could see it now, the likeness to him was remarkable. He had his blue eyes. Andres was Dieg

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.

First of all she just made me feel completely stupid, secondly she is asking for the unthinkable. “She’s not your cousin Diego. You both have absolutely no blood relation remember? I am related to your late brother Dester’s mom who by the way is not your biological mother.” Isla said using her authoritative Queenly voice. It’s almost hard to believe that she was the one flirting with me a few seconds ago.

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.

He was Dion's cousin after all. They didn't have to explain to me about Dion's pretending as Gin Montero. I knew that from the start, Zhairo knew it too the moment he found out about Gin. Only Zhanaia was the clueless one because she was still naive at some things even after all these years.

Therefore, he had hired someone to spy on the Donquite family For more information. “Doflamingo Donquite? the one who wanted to pursue me before? I suppose he must have fallen in love with Dora. how interesting!” Gwen smiled. “Didn’t you want to kill her?” Jordan asked since they now knew were Dora was, it was not difficult for him to find a way to kill her.

I felt my pulse jump in my throat. The wolf Cass called Diego shot back, "Yeah, well, we were raised in the same den. Besides, my sister is mated to this one, and he is your cousin, so... close enough. I wasn't letting these two come to the Navarro territory without me." He flashed a grin that didn't reach his eyes and shoved a hand toward me. "Diego Parker. Good to meet you. We’re here to break your legs if you touch him." "I..." I started, but the center one shoved Diego aside.

*Diego POV* I was on my rounds with the border patrol when I received a mysterious text. She said that I didn’t know her, but she had information regarding my cousin, Sage. I nearly went off the deep end on her, because my cousin has been dead for many years. What could this woman possibly have on her? I sent a message back telling her we could meet at four that afternoon. I also told her that I had no problems taking matters into my own hands if she was playing games.

Diego explained, not portraying his role as a detective but rather as the good college friend he had pretended to be when we first met. — His story seemed touching; it appeared that, after all, wealthy families weren't as bad as one might suppose — "And were you there when he married Esmeralda? According to Thiago, he was very young, maybe you were still living there," I probed, curious, as I had him by my side, the answers to each question. — Diego took a seat beside me, while Clara Lucía remained nearby the door, attentive to us and any sounds coming from the hallway.