Oscar Diaz Novels & Stories

Diaz yelled and started walking towards the door His steps powerful and dangerous as black and dangerous aura emmited from him "Diaz! Diaz!" He could hear Kai and Henry faint voices calling him back but he wasn't going to listen this time,humans has taken him for granted for too long,they have forgotten who he was and who he is, he's is going to remind them today who he is.......... "Diaz please stop" A tiny voice said from behind followed by tiny arms which wrapped tightly around his waist halting him on his steps

We both spin around to see what’s wrong only to find Bobby Enderson wrapping his hands around her, bringing her into a deep kiss. 'I want that with our mate,' Kia whines. 'We will soon, I promise.' Skyla rolls her eyes and continues to walk through the school gates. I follow and stop when I catch his scent in the breeze. My eyes dart around and I see him standing next to his car with Danni and his other friends. His eyes snap to mine. They turn dark and feral, flicks of gold flashing through as Jace shows himself. Kia was still bouncing around all excited; now she had seen Zander.

The relief I felt swam through my veins almost instantly. I tilt my head, trying to act somewhat coy. "How so?" "For a start, Phoenix Diamond from the Desire Pack. Her family are insanely rich and famous...And powerful. Did I mention rich too? Well, if you think about it, she has everything the Love Pack could have as a Luna," Zariah tells me in one big breath.

While his hair was combed back in the same style like he does. His fragrance was alluring. The refreshing scent, she could also smell some hint of woody fragrance and his eyes carried a whole world. Under the moonlight, they looked deeper and right now she was ready to dive in them. Zion was actually in his own world, when he heard his dad clearing his throat to grab his attention. "Zion, Mr. Daniel is talking to you." Aiden Black informed him. "Ohh". He was embarrassed, "I am sorry. I didn't hear you." Zion spoke politely and he extended his hand for a handshake.

For them. They were coming through faster now. The lost. The murdered. The forgotten. Spirits with unfinished hunger. Some whispered. Some screamed. Some laughed as they rose. Allowed them to rise, to stand, to come back for what they wanted to come back to. To get what they wanted and what they deserved. But one was silent. Always silent. Dorian. Sienna’s father. The man that I believed, I loved. He had been dead for years. Not hidden. Not erased. Just gone, peacefully, stubbornly, still.

There is also a white oak stake stuck in his heart and just like what happened to Fabian earlier when Lincoln and I caught him lying on the floor and unconscious with a white oak stake stuck on his heart, the veins of this man are also visible all over his body, it’s like it’s popping out of his skin. "It's them, they're our brothers. This is Guzman and that's Polo. I can't believe our mother's not playing with us, it's been decades since the last time I saw them." Fabian said and it looks like he was still in disbelief as he stared at our brothers lying in the coffins.

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

“You spoke well, I think you may have even convinced them to like you.” “Thanks Deano, your compliments never disappoint.” I scoffed, peering up at him. He met my eye-roll with a grin that stretched to his hazel eyes, lighting up his face in that way that made him look less murderer and more golden retriever. He wrapped his arm around my waist, earning him a raised eyebrow from Julius which he saw but ignored.

“And let’s not forget, he’s the one who turned Zack into a human punching bag, not Elijah.” Zoe opens her mouth to retort, but before she can get a word out, a familiar middle-aged man in a crisp hotel uniform approaches our table. His nametag reads Daniel, and his polite smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Excuse me, are you Miss Zoe?” he asks, his gaze flickering between us. Zoe freezes for half a second, then points at me. “Nope, that’s her." “Seriously?” I roll my eyes at her and glance back at Daniel. “What’s the problem?”

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin