Nocturnals #ted And Diego Novels & Stories

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

The fluorescent lights of St. Jude’s Memorial Hospital flickered with a rhythmic, dying hum that echoed the exhaustion in Dr. Aris Thorne’s bones. It was 2:14 AM. He had just spent twelve hours sewing together the victims of a multi-car pileup on the I-95. His hands, usually as steady as granite, were beginning to tremble with the onset of a caffeine crash. The smell of iodine and stale coffee seemed etched into the lining of his lungs.

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.

Diego POV It is Thursday night. I’m getting everyone on the extract team in position. The idea is simple. I will come through the front gates. There will be men hiding in different locations looking for Thalia and Mia. I will keep everyone distracted while the extraction teams grab my ungrateful daughters.

We have a history, and I know I won't attack him unless I defend myself. "You bitch!" Diego growls and runs at me. "Bad idea, Diego." I raise my hand and pull the trigger. The bullet hits his shoulder, and Diego falls to his knees, hissing in pain and grabbing his shoulder. I take a step closer and shoot the other shoulder. Step by step, I move closer and face my fear. The things Diego did were far worse than a few kills on my hands. He acts like he's a victim when he wanted them all dead, to begin with. I stop a few steps away from him, and Diego looks up at me. A sick grin spreads across his lips. "You can kill me, but I'll still be there- in your nightmares. You won't forget me, butterfly

And she could no longer wait. With time in her hands now, Ellie sat in front of her television, foot propped on a small stool as she painted her toes. The news broadcast on her television was in the background. Sometimes Ellie wondered why she bothered listening to the news. It’s the same one every day, anyway. Like today, the anchor reported about another victim of extrajudicial killing. The police found this one at the side of the road. A sign covered his body stating he’s a drug user and dealer whom people should not emulate. Same old news. Ellie’s hand froze mid-air when the anchor gave further details about the crime. They named the dead body as Angelo Garcia, the son of the former news

Kristen touched Rachel’s wrist and gave a soft nod before stepping out, her hips swaying as she walked to her door. Rachel drove home. Her pulse was steady, but her body was restless. She entered the house, kicked off her shoes at the doorway, and walked into the living room. She set her phone on the coffee table, poured herself a small glass of wine, and waited. At exactly six o'clock, Diego’s call came through. She sat upright, fixed her hair with her fingers, and clicked to accept the video. Diego appeared on the screen, wearing a pale blue shirt. He spoke about his long day. He went into detail about a supplier issue, a delayed shipment, and how he had to smooth things over with a client

Anna remembered Diego's posture very well, especially the tattoo on the man's left arm that Anna had seen that night. Once, this was the most beautiful sight Anna had ever seen when she opened her eyes in the morning. But now, it was a thrilling, forbidden sight. "D-Diego?" Anna whispered, her heart still beating fast. Anna sat up and glanced at her body which was still naked under the blanket. "You're awake?" Diego said flatly as he took a sip of his drink. Diego turned his body to look at Anna. "Diego, how could you...." "You haven't forgotten what happened last night, have you?"

I shout out, almost crying. Nothing. We sit there and wait to see movement, but nothing happens. I look at her clock and it’s 11:32 p.m. Deciding that it is now or never, I ask one final question. “Billy, are you watching over me?” The pointer starts to move again. This time it moves to no, then I watch as it spells out something. She says in a very soft scared voice, “It spells, you are dead.” She looks at me with fear in her eyes.

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”