Nick Diaz Book Novels & Stories

“You must be very busy lately.” Irina didn’t understand, but she smiled anyway. “All the moves that I showed you, are completely written in the book that Diaz gave you yesterday.” “Ahh, I’m so sorry. I haven’t read the book yet.” She acted regret. The said book was still untouched on the table in the living room since they left the house yesterday. And after the gathering, her mind was full with Lucas and the curiousness about what’s inside the library. But she didn’t regret it at all.

His finger pulled me by the chin to meet his gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” I stared into his forest greens, calming instantly as they traced over my features. His lips turned into a smile as he shook his head, as if he could read what I was thinking. “I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers stroked my cheek and I relished in the calmness it brought to me. Placing my head back on his chest, I felt Giovanni shift beneath me before holding out his book. He pulled the pages open and began reading ‘Dante’s Inferno’.

"Oh, hey. Ms. Rodriguez assigned our new book for social studies. We're doing a unit on redemption and criminal justice." My stomach tightened. "What book?" "Some memoir by a guy who went to prison. 'The Monster I Was.' Have you heard of it?" Nova dropped the spatula. Elena looked up. "What? Is it bad or something?" I moved to look at her phone screen. There it was. The book cover with Darren's face—older, gentle, reformed. The face of a man who'd found peace. The face of the man who'd shot me. "Elena," I said carefully. "Who's the author?"

Shaking hands, he uttered, "I wasn't expecting you but it's great to see you, Mr. Diaz." "I hope I haven't interrupted your schedule," Pablo responded solemnly. "Of course, not. Please, have a seat," he replied, gesturing towards the chair. Mr. Diaz murmured a thank you and lowered himself in the chair. Even though the older man carried a solemn demeanor, Dante knew just how fun-loving and exuberant he was. His daughter had fondly shared tales of his fun-loving side. Who could have guessed this stoic man once willingly fell into a pit only to spare his daughter the embarrassment of having slipped in first?

Just curious, about what Adimasta's beautiful and calm sister kept in the car. Adimasta only glanced at Clarissa who was reaching out to dig through the contents of the car. And Clarissa took a book there. She knew the book. One of the reference books that Diaz gave in his class. Clarissa opened it and saw Diaz Wardhana's name written in the book. "How can you keep Sis Diaz's book in your sister's car?" Clarissa was a little surprised too. She flipped through the pages of the book and a photo fell into Clarissa's lap. Clarissa took it and for a moment her eyes bulged. Clarissa quickly turned to Adimasta.

Zie replied, I could hardly breathe because of the nervousness especially when the door opened and I heard the sound of a foot walking near to our direction. "Good day sir, Giza Clay is here and he doesn't have an appointment with you today but he wants to talk to you, he said it's about the manuscript." Hearing the name Giza Clay, the book entitled 'The Dollar Sign' immediately registered in my brain, if memory serves me right he is the author of that novel. I want to come out under the table to confirm if Giza has an X shaped scar on his face. "Let him in," Zie replied, his voice was still cool as if I wasn't under him with his penis on my mouth. What if Giza caught us doing nasty things?

She closed her book slightly, resting her thumb between the pages to keep her place. “What are you reading?” Diana asked. Melody turned the cover toward her. “The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown.” “Oh,” Diana said. “That one.” “You’ve read it?” Diana laughed again, sharper this time. “God, no. I don’t read.” Melody hesitated. “You don’t?” “I don’t have the time,” Diana said easily. “Why live in a book when you can live the things people write about?” She took another drag, eyes fixed on the ocean.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

Estella said in an even tone, “Don’t you think I’d be rotting behind bars by now.” The girl shrugged, “One of the girls said she saw you run out of his room this morning.” Estella forced herself to laugh, “That’s ridiculous. Mr. El Diablo doesn’t sleep with the hired help. That no fraternization clause is in capital letters in our employment contracts for a reason.” “Right! I said the same thing. Anyway, nobody believes her,” the girl said, “Even though the boss is terrifying, he’s still impossibly hot, but we all know he’d never give any of us the time of the day. Especially now that that bitch is back.”

Sia commented on the book Diana was holding. "What can be more unexpected than a book about fate?" Diana asked. Suddenly, the book dropped from her hands to the ground. Diana looked at Sia in shock, then looked back to the book. "What the hell?!" Diana muttered as the pages of the book began flipping themselves. "Diana…" Thalia called but Diana was busy staring at the continuously flipping book. She looked at Sia. "Are you doing this?" Sia quickly shook her head. "Of course, not!"