Miguel Diaz Novels & Stories

No beating around the bush this time I needed answers even if they aren’t pretty ones “ I can’t tell you, only because I still have a direct line to him.” He shrugged looking disappointed at himself “ There's a way around that, you can pledge your loyalty to us and that will break any connection you have to him. Also if you are afraid he will come after you if you do this, we can protect you. We just need your help knowing who we are protecting you from” reassuring him with safety hopefully will help ease him into being on our side. We wait as he thinks it over for a second.

Lia: The ground was cold beneath my back. Marcel’s weight pressed me into the earth, solid and unmovable, his grip firm around my wrists as he pinned them above my head. I twisted beneath him, fought with everything I had left, but he was heavier, stronger. Unfairly so. And no matter how hard I tried, the man wouldn’t even budge… not even when I kicked him. “Let me go,” I hissed, kicking uselessly. “You’ve been holding me down for the past few minutes. Either you let me go, or the two of us can actually fight for it.”

He said. But the one thing that stood out from him was his bright purple eyes. They looked at me while I couldn't seem to stop looking at them. He rolled his eyes while he grew a smile. "My Dad has blue eyes, while my mom has red. Kinda mixed when they, um, made me. So, my name Zeke. I'm the top warrior here. I took my fathers spot when my Valdus took the title. So, who are you, and what's your rank?" He asked while he crossed his arm cross his chest.

The entire hall cheers, banging their fists against the wooden tables. Egon Andersen steps forward next, his sharp smirk softening as he nods at me. "Magnus has carried the weight of our borders for years. Tonight, he has an equal to stand beside him. Welcome to the Silverclaw family, Stevens." Mads Andersen leans over his chalice, laughing loudly. "And here I thought Magnus forgot how to smile. Stevens, whatever spell your Moonsong music cast on him, keep doing it. He is much less likely to execute us now."

I rubbed my eyes vigorously, unable to process what I was seeing. “Miguel!” I screamed, my eyes twitching with tears. The pain I felt overwhelmed me drawing the attention of everyone around. Miguel and I had been dating for a year, but 3 whole months had passed without a single glimpse of him, under the excuse of traveling out of the city for business. Miguel kept our relationship private because he didn’t want unnecessary attention on us, so only a few of his bodyguards knew about us. Now, it all made sense, and I didn't require a wizard to tell me that Dahlia was also heading there this morning.

" he said before hanging uo the phone. "God cloud where are you?!!" I frustratedly shouted. I keep on thinking if I did something wrong that made him mad but there wasn't. We were okay before we go home and then, this? It's fuck up!. My attention was been caught up when I saw the news in the TV. "Cloud Miguel Salazar the famous successful businessman was been arrived in Ninoy Aquino International Airport from Singapore and with him, was the famous Model Lalaine Morales. The two didn't confirmed their status yet but, some have witness how sweet they act to each other---"

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

Miguel continued, “I’m the last standing boss, owner of an empire I didn’t ask for. It’s nothing compared to what you have here. I need an heir, hell, I need heirs. I need a woman who can take care of my home, and bear me children, and in turn, she will live under the best conditions. Her needs will be met, and her family will be heavily compensated. Your daughter is pretty, she’s certainly educated, confident, and from a respectable home. She deserves the best, despite her father’s mistakes and I’m a generous man. Do we have a deal, Mrs. Diaz?” “Asher Diaz.” Larissa’s brother stepped forward. He introduced himself to Miguel and they shared a brief handshake. Everything Miguel Sebastian did,

“But it’s bad. He needs to rest for weeks.” Miguel got the news and felt a small relief. Diego was alive. But this wasn’t over. He stood in front of the window, looking at the city lights. His mind was full of plans. Tania thought she could win. Carlos thought he could hide. They were wrong. Miguel picked up his phone and called his best tracker. “I want them in 24 hours,” he said. “I don’t care what it takes.” Then he called another number. A man answered, his voice deep and cold. “Miguel.”

He paused and continued, “Miguel wasn’t just the head of security of Don Deangelo, he was way more than that. He was the one that safeguarded all the private information and dirty secrets of the dons in this city; he was a true knight that no one actually talked about, he was a hero.” I swallowed hard, unsure if Miguel deserved the tribute; he once terrified me. As the man continued giving his speech, curiosity pricked at my chest, but my focus drifted. The crowd’s attention shifted, heads turning as I followed their gaze. A wave passed through the crowd of men in black as Deangelo rolled into view in an electric wheelchair. My heart skipped a beat. How had he gone from standing just minutes