Oscar Diaz Novels & Stories

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

Diane said while her tears continued to fall. I couldn't blame her if she thought that way. But I'm sure that Zeb will not say anything about it. "Diane, your son has been my boyfriend since I was in college. He is Zebastian Dawson, and he owns multiple malls and hotels. the largest car company in the Philippines and in the whole world. Diane, Zeb is a good man. And you don't have any idea how long he's been waiting for you. He and Daddy Matteo are always hoping that one day you will come back and be with them. They are willing to accept you; they love you, and I am sure that Zeb will be very happy once he finds out that you are here." I said this as I held her hands and hugged her tight.

I swirled it around as Oscar begged for the purchaser's name. "Patience, Oscar, patience. I'm trying to help you out here." I smirked as I took a sip. "Who's the f*cking guy, Marco? Stop playing games," Oscar pleaded. It was hard not to play when I was so good at it. "Matias Castaneda. I'm sure you're familiar." "Damn it," was all he answered. He knew he was in deep sh*t. Nobody messed with Alpha Castaneda. He was enigmatic and stuck to the shadows. But, he had the reverence of all the packs in Miami proper.

Mr Diaz coughed, his cloudy gaze tinged with a bit of sadness, and he didn't pay any attention to Diego . He looked at the girl and it reminded him of someone, who sadly was gone twenty years ago. "Dad, her name is Andrea, she's the daughter-in-law of the Munoz family,the wife of Sebastian." Diego saw this and explained again. When Mr Diaz heard this, his cloudy pupils were somewhat surprised. The Munoz family's daughter-in-law? Mr Diaz glanced aside at his own single dog grandson and shook his head slightly! Even if he had briefly seen the girl,he had liked her immediately but sadly,she was already married to Sebastian.

My heart bled. I closed my eyes and my gaze fell on top of the picture of Isobel. Why would she apply for the Mont’s secretarial assistant when she, was the sole heir of the Diaz Group? That company was doing okay. It was definitely because of Damon. The corners of my mouth hooked. The Diaz family was also considered to have a notable reputation in Barcelona, but they were nothing compared to the Dumont family I scoffed. Isobel was really being greedy this time. Does she think she suits a man like Damon?

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

“Let’s go.” I saw a couple of them nod and we stepped out the front door. Slowly, we made a line of defense, listening as the others headed out the back into the forest. At first, there wasn’t anyone in the clearing. Olivia had threaded her fingers in mine, but I could feel her shaking. Zeus was on my left and to the right of Olivia was Dillard. Somehow, he had pulled out a spear and was holding it in his hand. He looked over and nodded to me.

In the meantime, we’ll keep an eye out for Ragnar. 'Caleb. . . be careful.' “Is something wrong?” Diana asked, her sweet voice stirring him when she walked into the office. Her voice was threaded with worry, but seeing her wearing her red lace panties and bra forced the breath from his lungs. “Sinfully sexy” described his Diana. Just catching sight of her bra pushing up her already full-sized breasts . . .just a bit more and the top of her darkened nipples would be exposed. He stood up from the desk chair quickly. “Yeah, something’s wrong. Argos returned to Colorado and is still there. The message we thought he sent must have been from Ragnar.”

Oscar-Michael Torres Ozzie. 31 years old January 16th, 1982 Occupation: Broadway Performer, Composer, Musician, Writer. 5 ft, 8 in Dark Brown hair Dark Brown eyes Tiny coffee cup tattoo on wrist, microphone on shoulder. I see Lin-Manuel Miranda as the actor that portrays "Oscar Michael Torres." Some background: -A few years before the beginning of this book Oscar wrote a musical called "Washington Heights" (the title for the sake of this book has to be different than in real life), the lyrics, though mentioned rarely, do not belong to me.

Xanthis broke the silence first. "Do you need introductions? I'm Xanthis Diaz Montero, older than Dre by six minutes. I'm the smart ass here. He's Alexandre Leon Montero, older than you by two minutes. He's a mafia bos, a major alpha male" Xanthis said, scrunching up his nose. Everyone laughed at the expression on his face. But, Valentino was too tensed to do that.