Miguel Diaz Novels & Stories

I said smugly. Miguel gripped my arm, I struggled to free myself but he was obviously stronger. “You don't listen do you? I told you to not look at him and you went ahead to start a conversation. Gabriella was right, you have so much pride and you're reckless, you don't listen.” I hit his hand continuously, “can you stop hurting me? I just talked to the man.’ “The mafia world works differently Catalina. Just because you see people gathered at an event doesn't make them friends.” He breathed, “it might interest you to know, Pablo Diaz is my greatest rival, my worst enemy. And you my dear, have just made yourself his biggest target.”

~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.

Beta Rodriguez indirectly labeled me as a prostitute. A bitter smile crossed my face as I took the pen that was there next to me and signed my name without much of a thought. From the time I was born, I have only seen and felt rejection and fear, and I think that is what I will only experience for the rest of my life. I got up from my place, and when I was about to leave, Beta Rodriguez called out my name. “No one knows about this contract between us, so I don't want you to tell anyone. Do you understand?” he asked me, and I nodded my head.

I stepped back, “And I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sorry for what happened. I am sorry for everything but I lost my aunt too. I lost my friends because of you...” Miguel froze and his eyes burned into my face. Then he hissed, running his fingers through his hair. “You don't understand.” His hands fisted and he turned to the window. “I do!” I yelled, “The Diangelos manipulated him, Miguel. You know him. He was a friend, and I'm sure you know that he's not a bad person. He never wanted to hurt your mom.” “Stop it!” he raised his voice, the sound sending Perez barging into the room to see what was going on.

He stood up. “Your brother became thirsty for power and cornered the strongest with his influence and power knowing the law of the Daga he stands no chance to rule, I knew what you dad wanted and Miguel wasn’t part of his plan…there was an outburst in the empire those who rebelled with Miguel against we who stayed loyal, my friend Mia..she picked his side and stayed back, when the fight became too bloody I took what he wanted the most to be recognized as the true leader of the Daga empire”. He looked at the bear painting and continued “because he had no access to it, he wasn’t fully recognized by the table and the Daga empire, for now he is a temporary leader just warming up the seat until w

Miguel, perceiving the gravity of the situation, sympathetically agrees to release Zelda from their commitments, recognizing the importance of familial obligations. Zelda's mind whirls with concern as she hastens to her sister's aid. The bond between siblings is an unbreakable thread that binds them, and Zelda knows that she must be there for Monica in her time of need. Miguel, a compassionate leader, understands the significance of family and the weight of responsibility that accompanies it. With a heavy heart, he bids Zelda farewell, allowing her to prioritize the welfare of her sister.

Miguel was the most handsome amongst them as he had earlier had his hair sprayed with grey and styled it in a fauxhauk pattern. He wore a black leather jacket which reveals his six pack abs coupled with a Cuban curb chain link necklace which hung around his neck. "Damn, I can't wait for this mission to be over before I start clubbing again" he said as he scanned the three hot girls who were walking into the club. "Hey, Xabi is calling," Pedri said. "Come in, our Target is here" Xabi said from the Bluetooth device "Got it" Pedri responded and hung up.

There was no way his future prospects were good, according to everyone, but he shocked them all and rose within the ranks of the Diaz cartel, becoming one of the core members that Rafaela counted on. “Eras el gigante de nuestro grupo. El jefe al que admiramos, pero sé que no había manera de vencer al cáncer. Descansa bien, mujer galante. Díaz se mantendría firme, incluso en tu ausencia. Te lo prometo. Descansa bien. (You were the giant of our group. The boss we look up to, but I know there was no way for you to beat this cancer. Rest well, gallant woman. Diaz would stand strong, even in your absence. I promise you that. Rest well.)”

“I don’t want to risk losing you again.” “You won’t,” I promised. “But I won’t hide while others bleed to keep us safe. I can help, Liam. You know I can. I know Darius, how he thinks, how he moves. I spent enough time in his cage to understand what he’s planning. He is not alone in how he is working, one can easily tell, but there are those who are also captive under his reign. We are going to need to put a stop to all of this.”

Diego El Diablo; her former boss and the father of her child. She staggered back, mouth dropping open as the man who was still as beautiful as ever stepped forward, hands outstretched. "Estella," his mouth curled up into a smile, "Long time no see."