Miguel Diaz Novels & Stories

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

Do not cry, do not cry, you will not cry, you are the damn Beta of Liverpool, DO NOT CRY! Kia is livid, pacing in my mind trying to get out, 'Let me out,' she growls. 'Kia, we are still on neutral ground, the treaty is in place,' I whisper. 'I don't give a shit!' she hisses, 'That is our mate. I'll be damned if I let this bimbo of a bitch be all over him like that!' 'Kia,' I whisper. 'Even if he wasn't doing that, we still wouldn't have been able to run to him.'

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

Reluctantly, I allowed him to continue, hoping for some semblance of understanding. In a hushed voice, Miguel recounted his ordeal, sharing the details of his coerced actions. He revealed that Alpha Zayne, a dangerous and unscrupulous individual, had manipulated him by threatening to harm his mother. Miguel insisted that he had tried to reason with them, to dissuade them from carrying out their nefarious plans, but to no avail. Alpha Zayne was an individual who would not be swayed by reason or compassion.

Luca, Paolo, and a couple of the older soldiers filled the room with low voices and cigar smoke even though the nurses kept trying to kick them out. Miguel sat in a chair by the window now, wrapped in a robe, still weak but sitting up on his own. He listened to everything without saying much at first. “Damien is still walking around like nothing happened,” Lucas said. “He is married now to Sophia Langston. He is still pretending he’s clean.” Miguel’s jaw tightened. “And my mother?” “She thinks you’re dead,” Enzo said quietly. “We couldn’t tell her. It was too dangerous. She buried an empty Doppler ganger casket.”

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I'd dragged out a long sigh, running my hands through my hair, finally, one good thing happened in this entire rotten day, I'd turned on my feet in the direction of the door when every bit of muscle in me tensed and my feet were frozen to a spot, I turned to see him, Miguel. Standing by the entrance of the canteen, he didn't look happy, how long has he been there? How much did he see? Hear? Was he going to misunderstand? Why the fuck was he starring at mr in that weird manner that makes me scared down to my bones

Lin Zhongbao said irritably. Miguel smiled and said very kindly, "I'm Miguel, the son of the chairman of R Group. I'm sure you know me, right?" Lin Zhongbao owned a shipping company. They always worked with Lin Zhongbao's team to transport goods from R Group. Therefore, Miguel was sure that Lin Zhongbao knew his father. Sure enough, Lin Zhongbao smiled and said, "It's you!" Miguel smiled and lit a cigarette for Lin Zhongbao.

- Hello Miguel Henrique - I forced a laugh. I imagined myself flying at his neck and punching that idiot in the perfect face so that he would feel enough pain, but I kept my posture. Anderson Silva style...not in defeat of course.... After a few minutes I tried not to stare at the idiot,I ended up getting into a conversation with Helena and Camila.avoiding Miguel as much as possible,I tried to focus on my purpose which was my job. I would not have to live with him every day and every hour because Miguel was a famous goalkeeper and of great importance so he spent most of his time at the club training or traveling around Brazil to play.