Shira X Diego 소설 & 이야기

Xavier*** Diego stood motionless, his fists clenched so tight I feared his knuckles would burst. His body trembled, but whether it was from rage or the fear of facing Fiona’s impossible return, I couldn’t tell. I could see it in his eyes—a father’s anguish, a mate’s despair. The ghosts of the past had clawed their way back into the present, threatening to swallow us whole." “How?” Diego finally managed, his voice hoarse. “How is that possible?”

Jason and Ryder were wearing sandos and shorts. "You look like a walking stick" A deep voice suddenly resonated. And there goes my confidence. Ba-bye .I lowered my gaze and nearly jumped. Diego was buried deep in the sand, his head is the only one that you can see. At one look you'd think someone's head was cut off. He just gave me a deep scowl. "You shut up man if you don't want us to also bury your damn head" Ryder threathens holding out his shovel. Oh. So that explains the shovel. Diego audibly gulps.

It was the first time she's seen Jackson in such a vulnerable state, he looked like he was about to cry, for a moment she wanted to let him like a child because he looked so calm and cute. “They killed my boys.” Shirley was shocked to hear what he said, no wonder he was so sad, how could they have done such a thing? “I'm so sorry.” Shirley said to him and heaved a sigh. “I think there's a new enemy, but I don't know how to find who the person is, I must find the person and make him pay for what he did to my boys, I'll make sure to make him cry blood for doing such a thing to us.” Shirley was a little bothered with the way he was talking but at the same time she tried not to let it show becau

Diego stood in the middle of the compound, facing the people who had destroyed everything he cared about. Carlos Varela, Lucia Torres, and Valentina Ruiz are all here. The air was thick with the tension of what was about to happen. Diego's muscles were all tense and ready to go, but he wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't just about the pack anymore. It wasn't even about having power. It was about something much deeper: his family and the future of his kids.

The promise hung between them, fueling her even as new headlights appeared outside. Lila helped Sarah deeper into the cave. Alliances had shifted again. Diego wasn't friend or enemy. He was something more dangerous. A partner with his own hunger for power. Elara adjusted her clothes, legs still shaky, as Torres's voice echoed from outside. "Hands up! Everybody out!" Torres shouted, backup officers spreading out with flashlights cutting through the rain. They emerged slowly. Diego stepped forward first, hands raised. "Officer, the shooter is down the road. Grant. He took a hostage." His voice stayed calm, spinning the story perfectly.

“Liar.” Jesse laughed, pulling his best friend into a fierce hug. “It's good to see you, man.” “You too.” Diego patted his back before pulling away to scan Jesse’s face. “You look terrible, by the way.” “I was about to say the exact same thing to you.” Diego chuckled, but his humor faded the moment his eyes landed on Margherita. “Hey, Mama Margherita,” he whispered softly, even though she couldn't hear him. Jesse watched him. Diego wasn't blood, but he had been there for them through everything. Jesse sometimes wondered if that distinction even mattered anymore

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

This was why Diego didn’t want everyone to know about his brother’s situation. After reaching Augusto’s study, Diego regretted reacting without getting his facts right. He didn’t expect to be ambushed by one Dahlia Mulla, his ex-fiancee who had come back from the dead. Dahlia wrapped her arms around Diego and pressed her naked body against his, saying seductively, “Diego… don’t you miss me? Don’t you miss this? Us fucking in your father’s study while he trained his recruits in the backyard?” A wave of disgust washed over Diego, churning his stomach violently. He pushed Dahlia away and she hit her back against Augusto's desk with so much force that her eyes watered with tears.

“Miguel…” “Yes, I’m here,” Miguel said quickly. Diego tried to speak, but only a whisper came out. “She… she…” Miguel leaned closer. “Ximenna? I know. She’s alive. She’s with Tania but don’t worry, Diego. I’ll get her back.” Diego’s eyes closed slowly. “Be… careful… Miguel…” “I will,” Miguel said softly. “I promise. But you need to stay strong. I need you strong, Diego.”

Diego answered and in a fit of rage, a slap landed on his right cheeks. A shock appeared on Diego’s face, “Did you…just slap me?” He asked in disbelieve, Shania breathed out heavily. “Yes! And if you keep repeating that horrible statements , I will slap you once more!” Shania yelled, Diego glanced at Tiana who seems to be enjoying the show. Tiana smirked at him and gave him a look of ‘I told you, didn’t I?” Diego left afterwards. Shania crumbled back onto her seat. (Huston Villa)- Later at night.