Nocturnals #ted And Diego Novels & Stories

However, the moment I opened the front door, I saw Trevor sitting on the living room couch, his expression unreadable. "Someone sent me a video." My heart nearly stopped from fright. Trevor did not draw it out. He pulled out his phone, opened the video, and showed it to me. It was the one Louis had taken. He had not just kept a backup; he had sent it to Trevor.

He could only pray he hadn't just placed himself back on her radar. DIEGO Diego Alvarez surfaced from sleep just after eleven. He stretched, claimed the entire expanse of the mattress, and let out a satisfied grunt. He was relieved the man from last night had vanished before the sun stayed up too long; he wasn't in the mood for the "morning after" interrogation or the awkwardness of a shared breakfast. Last night had been the ultimate win: high-octane chemistry with zero complications. No deep talks, no expectations, just two bodies and a hell of a lot of heat.

Suzanna’s hands are on her head, trying to spin her neck back into place so it can heal. The last thing I see before passing out is Lucas ripping Dina’s teeth out one by one. And then I lose consciousness again.

Leonard paused before replying, “You should’ve aimed better. Now I’m coming for you—with the same calm you sent Rico with.” “Is that a threat?” Diego asked, hand twitching. “No. That’s a funeral invitation,” Leonard said. “If you’re still alive by then, we’ll talk revenge. Until then… bury your dead.” The line went dead. A suffocating silence filled the room. Then—Diego snapped. He roared in anger, flipping the entire desk onto the ground. Glass shattered, pens flew, and paper scattered like feathers in a storm. He picked up the ashtray and hurled it at the wall, cracking the plaster.

He jumped off the balcony, hid in the backyard and climbed up the back fort. No one noticed that Marteen's bedroom window was broken apart from Diego who had sharp eyes, he hadn't even slept yet, and thought what he saw was just a hallucination so he didn't bother. "Ah, maybe I just saw it wrong," Diego said, he loved working at night, he rubbed his eyes. But it was still clear that the glass he saw was broken. Diego was replacing the pool water with clean water, and fixing the clogged shells, if he had done it during the day then his focus might have been distracted, and now he was.

Diego chuckled as he watched him act like it's a cool thing to do and shook his head in disbelief by his shallow decision. "I won't bury his body... I swear," Diego mumbled and carried the bowl to the living space. He settled himself into one of Raverine's comfy sofa and placed the bowl of nacho chips on his lap. He watched the movie and let Raverine do what he wants to do to accomplish his suicidal plan.

I asked, with a long slurp. Tara looked at me, clueless and afraid. "I—I don't know," she stammered. "Tara, is something wrong?" I asked, my chest thumping a little. "Sir Diego left very late at night. He came back this morning and left in a hurry again," Tara said, shaking. I wondered why Diego would be out late at night. Even though I wanted to be nonchalant, I was still a little worried. Just then, Laura dashed in audaciously.

, Noah yelled, his voice thick with fright. Just then, Diego burst into the room where the sound was coming from with a sense of desperation. However, he froze in utter shock and confusion as he stumbled upon an empty room. It was a vast space, void of any object except for an old crate in the middle of the room. Diego looked around, his brows furrowed in a confused frown. Then Noah's voice came once again, “Dad. I'm up here.” Diego's instincts kicked in and his eyes landed on a small, sleek speaker sitting on the old dusty crate.

As Alex went unconscious after bleeding out and losing his breath, his life drifted away, now his consciousness was buried deep in his mind as his brain activity slowed down. He didn't feel no sense of peace, only a truckload of regrets. As he sank further to a seemly never-ending abyss, Alex saw the light. "Was this the popular light people saw when they died ?" He thought, his consciousness floated toward the bright purple light and once he got close, the light like a raging tornado sucked him in.

Esther's voice chirps in. "The world of illusions reapers, the great world of fantasy, and the canyon of death. El mundo de la ilusión de los recuentos, el gran mundo del espejo y el cañón de la muerte. Surge y sostuvo mis llamadas. " I heard the familiar voice chanting in an unknown language. "You are doomed, Rey Reed Smith." General Zod's voice concluded, followed by a great earthquake which shook the whole building to its hinges. Gradually, the room started shifting into another place.