Novel & Cerita Noah Diaz

I don't steal from others. “My family went bankrupt, and approaching The Rodriguez's group was my only chance to save them, I approached them…she fell easily for my charms, she saved my family, but I knew I had something bigger…The Rodriguez's group.” “You are after their group? Is this what all of this is about?” I snapped. “It is not just an ordinary group,” he shouted. “It is The Rodriguez's group, the biggest in the world…if she had gone to tell her family about my affair, I would not just go broke, I would be killed and I couldn't let that happen,” he defended.

Boma's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the freshly inked tattoo adorning his muscular chest. Her name, 'Boma D,' intricately intertwined, with the 'D' unmistakably signifying Donovan, caught her off guard, leaving her speechless for a moment. Her gaze fixated on the new tattoo, her mind swirling with a mix of shock and emotion. A surge of surprise and warmth washed over her, accompanied by a flutter of uncertainty and curiosity. The declaration of his affection for her, etched onto his skin, was both unexpected and deeply touching. Donovan stepped closer to her and took her hand firmly in his. Usually so composed and enigmatic, he now stood before her with this intimate and perma

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Nadia's POV The door opened and as I was about to hit whoever was coming in, I missed and fell. The shattering of the beautiful lampstand electrified the entire apartment as little pieces of glasses were dancing on the floor. "Are you alright?" A concerned familiar voice asked me. I turned and saw it was Damian, Damian Anderson! I froze. He looked so damned handsome, he was putting on just a single with a brown short, bringing all his even abs tone to bear.

They had never expected Noah to be so moody on his birthday. "Hey, buddy, what's wrong?" Diego asked, concern etched on his face. Noah shrugged, letting out a deep sigh. His jaw was clenched and his face grim. "I don't feel like celebrating”, he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Freya shot Diego with a worried glance before turning to Noah, ready to speak. Her expression turned sympathetic, and she had a clue why Noah acted that way. He was definitely feeling the heat of the court battles, the scandals, the losses and tragedy caused by Desmond.

Noah put both his hands to either side of Lola as he leaned in closer to her face, “you have no idea the way my heart was racing when I saw you again on screen, and not with just anyone but Alphonso Gambino himself, hell I wanted you even more then.” “I guess Diana was very accepting of this news?” Lola inquired curiously. Noah waved his hand off, “She is delusional, but one thing she has a weakness for is the word, baby.” “And she can’t have one, and I am having one for you. Why would she care about another woman’s child?” Lola was more intrigued now. “Diana wants to have the whole experience of having a child, she even has fake baby bumps for each step of the way.” Noah let out a sarcastic

The woman said, "Hello Dr. Krisman, my name is Georgia Diaz. There is a small matter that I want to ask you for help with." ‘Georgia Diaz?’ Noel frowned, feeling as if he had heard this name somewhere, and suddenly he remembered and asked in surprise, "You are the sister of the Diaz family head?" Georgia smiled faintly, "Exactly." The Diaz family, as one of Central City's three major families, was on par with the Gomez and Martin families in terms of strength and talents. Georgia was the biological sister of the Diaz family's contemporary head. How dare Noel neglect her? He hurriedly gave way and reached out to invite her inside the clinic.

The white lights reflect from the sparkles on her platinum blonde hair and her skin, drawing an ethereal picture. It’s her. “You should close your mouth, kid,” someone shouts in Diaz’s ear against the noise of cheering. Diaz turns to look at his guard and hitman Ronan standing next to him. He closes his mouth annoyed at the fact that he didn’t realise when he opened it and just points to his empty whiskey glass and the empty bottle in the middle of the table. The older gets the message and scurries through the crowd to the bar. With a deep breath to bring himself back in control, he returns his gaze back to the stage and is left baffled.

The Following Day, Mid-afternoon. A Multimillion-dollar Condo Apartment Off Campus Grounds. NOAH’S POV. TONY’S RIVAL. Noah leaned forward on one of the plush couches in his living room, his elbows braced against his thighs, his grip tight around a wireless controller as his eyes stayed locked on the massive screen in front of him. The 75-inch TV flashed green from the pitch— players sprinting, the crowd roaring faintly through the speakers.

Grandma interrupted, pausing to consider Grandpa's unanswered query. "Who is this, then?" Grandma asked the same question once more, returning to subjects that they couldn't possibly pass. She had calmed down after witnessing her granddaughter line to remain in her place. Even though Diaz was attempting to appear cool on the outside, he swallowed his saliva forcefully. "My name is Diaz, and I'm Claire's friend." Diaz was thankful internally, which is why his voice came out and sounded normal. He was deathly worried, yet he wasn't shaking or sounding anxious.