Nocturnals #ted And Diego Novels & Stories

Diego followed with a deep groan, pumping me full until it overflowed. We lay tangled, his weight heavy and perfect on top of me. His fingers traced lazy circles on my skin. “You’re staying the night again. Tell Alex you’re helping me with some project. I’ll fuck you slow later, then wake you up with my mouth on your cock.” My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Alex. “Yo, you still at my place? Forgot my charger. Be there in ten.” Diego read it and laughed low, dark. “Better clean up fast, boy. But leave my cum inside you. I want you squirming when you talk to him.”

“Rest early today. We’re going to the hospital tomorrow.” Just then, Zachary lay down beside me. “Uncle, are you… sleeping here?” “Where else do you want me to go?” I grabbed fistfuls of my shirt and curled up under the covers. After a long time passed… “Uncle.” “Yeah?” “Turn the lights off, please.” He turned off the lights, and the room became incredibly dark. I could hear my heart beating clearly. I dared not move, and my heartbeat was all over the place.

He let out a yawn. Nora looked at him and noticed they have been up for a long time because of her. "Why don't you get some sleep? I will be fine all by myself." Diego was tired. He needed to close his eyes to get his strength back for tomorrow's work. "Are you sure?" Nora nodded. Diego hugged her and bade her goodnight before leaving. Nora was getting dressed when the door flashed opened and when she turned, she saw Kelvin.

“Maybe. But Diego’s locked up now. And in the psych ward on top of it. Screams every night that someone’s still talking in his head, giving orders. Won’t sleep. Says the voice is always watching.” The garage felt suddenly colder. A couple guys laughed it off—ghost stories for bikers—but I couldn’t. I sat there frozen, beer untouched, Rico’s words echoing with the auto-tuned laugh still ringing in my ears. What if that was me next? I’d already done the first job—uploaded the videos. Taken the stranger’s help. And tonight… tonight he’d known exactly where I was and what I was watching. I excused myself early, claiming a headache from the ride. No one pushed; they were too deep in race logistic

Not to a god she believed in, but to the child who once held butterflies and made her forget her fury. --- The feed went dark. Blood, a scream. Then: “We have him!” Mateo shouted. “He’s alive. Weak. But alive.” Catalina sank to her knees, a sob ripping through her like lightning. Lucien, beside her, let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding for hours. But Isa didn’t celebrate. Because the second team—Team Bravo—had gone completely dark. Gone. No radio, no camera, no signal. Just one flash of a face from the corner of a paused feed. And Catalina knew that face. It was Diego Caballero. Lucien saw it too.

There's no need to tell Griffin about it. But still, he couldn't shake off the feeling of losing his only brother... ____ At the hospital, when the news spread like wildfire, Hannah was seated on her bed, her expression blank as she stared at the television. A night news flash appeared on the screen, and it was like she had just snapped out of her trance. *THE FAMOUS DIEGO GONZALEZ, KNOWN AS THE BILLIONAIRE DEVIL, WAS CONFIRMED DEAD IN A TERRORIST ATTACK IN MOSCOW.*

With a pair of scissors in hand, I went kamikaze. Full 2 hours later, I left the bedroom with a sinister smile on my face. It was petty of me, but it sure as hell made me feel better. I headed to the living room, only to find the girls awake. Diego and Te'a had big bowls of soup in their hands, probably prepared by Donnie to soothe their hangover. “Hey, you’re alive,” Te’a called out from the floor. She wasn’t the best version of herself. “I was beginning to think you’re dead.” Diego chimed in before groaning out loud. Luna was lying with her stomach flat on the floor, if it wasn't for her eyes that were snapped out open, I would have thought she was dead.

There is no point for me to hope that he will look at me, first of all I should have expected that he would not think about me but the summer fest which is his first project as CEO. "Hmm, you need to stop going here for now and wait. I'll call you again when the CCTV is fixed and what the result is." Noel's voice was soft and I was sure he was careful with every word he uttered. “Okay, I understand.” I smiled at Noel, "Thank you, I'm leaving." I stepped back slowly, the door was just behind me but it’s taken me a few seconds before finally touched the door knob. Again, I looked at Darius once but he didn't move in his seat.

A worried state. “Dude, what happened?” Max asked. “I got a call from Lily. There were people in the apartment and they took her and Nora.” “Woah. “ “What have you got?” Axel asked Max. “Okay. I got one of our men to run the analysis and he said they are speaking Albania based on their accents in dialect they must be from a town called Tropoje. Even the Russians avoid these people. The one you spoke to, his name is Marco. And there is information that a mobster boss named Marco Ucho moved to Paris six months ago. If he is the one, he is a big fish and the tattoo is like a group ID between them. I don't think you want to hear the rest.”

They eventually reach Piazzale Michelangelo, which offers a spectacular view of the city. As they're standing in Piazzale Michelangelo, Samantha and Andrew watch the sun set over the city. The sky turns from orange to pink to purple, and the city lights begin to twinkle. They feel like they're in a magical place, and they're thankful that they're able to experience this together. As the sun sets, they walk back to their hotel, talking about their favorite moments of the day. They fall asleep, dreaming of their adventures.