Joey Diaz Novels & Stories

Jerry was his spy who he’d sent to get him information on Williams’ pack and now that Jerry was here, he was sure there had to be something because Jerry wouldn’t come without any reason. Jerry walked in and greeted Damien who greeted him back and they both went and sat. Damien ordered a maid to get them juice but Jerry declined. It was after a lot of convincing that he finally decided to have juice. Normally, Damien wouldn’t care to offer juice but since it was Jerry and he was sure he had a lot of information for him, ones that could benefit him greatly, he had to make him feel comfortable. It didn’t take a long time before the maid finally brought him the juice and he gave one to Jerry wh

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

I don’t know if it will even lead to my freedom or doom all of us! But I will not submit my soul to the devil…. I will make James Russo pay for it!!! I will make his life a living hell.. He has made my dream of a marrying the man whom I love destroyed along with many wishes!!! The door opened and my brother walked in with Aunt Greene and Lilian. “Dad it’s time....” Leo Ronaldo said and my looked at me with a firm nod. I sighed as I exited the safe walls of my lavish bedroom where I spent my whole 23 years growing and happy....

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

I just know it's going to be a long talk. “Patrick Diaz born in 1994 to an American mother and a Mexican father, he stayed in the states for most of his childhood. He only left when his father allegedly beat his mother to death in front of him, by then he was ten. His father fled to Mexico with him. He finished high school in Mexico. "Barely finished it by the way”. Isaiah notes.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"No drama, I'm just still pissed off with you. What kind of announcement is that, I feel like choking you ?!" "If you choke me, you won't meet me dear." Chloe turned around silently and stared at this Dj control with her round eyes. There are so many here, I don't know what it's called. Colorful short square box. Then I don't know what is usually up and down with the fingers, it can be rotated, as well as a large black plate. "Daniel teach me to play this." Chloe shouted but there was no answer from the owner of the name. Chloe turned her head, Mashii still behind her. But when he looked behind Mashii and also to the side. It turned out that Daniel and Ara were not there.

1872 Colorado. As soon as he stripped naked, he'd be hers. Unbraiding her hair, Diana's blood heated with desire while she observed the dark-haired boy. He looked about eighteen, two years older than she. He yanked off one boot, then another, at the lake’s edge. It wasn’t the first time she'd watched him peel out of his clothes, but it was the first time she’d join him. If he had a taste of her, wouldn't he crave her? Hunger to be like her? Wild and free?

The Beta stayed leaning on the railing, his eyes practically bulging out. Who knew how much money he’d bet on this race. The scent of expensive cigars floated through the air, along with whispers, some happy, some not so much... Lorenzo just wanted the damn race to end so he could leave with Victoria, or at least get that message that was driving him out of his mind. Suddenly, the phone vibrated inside his jacket, and he pulled it out discreetly. His brow furrowed right away. It wasn’t a "Done" message. Leo was calling him over and over... something had gone wrong...