Sid X Diego Novels & Stories

My jaw tightened at the word. Diego’s lips twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You think I’m playing with her?” “I think you’re dangerous,” Sage replied evenly. “And dangerous men destroy what they touch.” For a beat, Diego said nothing. The silence stretched so taut I thought I could hear my own pulse in my ears. Then he laughed—low, slow, deliberate. “Sage, if I wanted to destroy her, you wouldn’t have the chance to warn me about it.” His eyes glinted in the dim light. “But that’s not why I’m here.”

"She was a girl with good intentions." — Selena Gomez ●●● "CHRISTIAN!" I am immediately by his side cradling his now slightly bleeding face. "What the fuck is wrong with you Diego? Why the fuck would you do that?!" "You are asking me?! He just wants to get in your pants. He will leave you after that." Diego yells back. What the fuck? This is not an excuse. How could he assume that? What he said is so lame.

Diego's rigid wide back welcomed me, his hands were folded into a tight fist. “Diego,” I called out, finding support from the walls as I tried to get up. “Oh the little bitch is up,” I heard a voice say. I recognized it to be Uri's. “I do not have a business with you, it's her I seek.” Diego's voice was as hard as a rock, deadly and venomous. “Call her one more name and you would wish you hadn't,” he threatened. Well, except the fact that it wasn't a threat. I knew Diego well.

(Yeah, it feels like suicide, but he helped me when I was in need, so if there is even a single percent chance that he is in need of help, then I am surely going there. I walked a few meters inside the woods. I saw the back of Diego, but he wasn't wearing his shirt anymore, and there was blood on his torso. I gasped and walked towards him. "Oh my god, Diego, are you alright?" I ran towards him and turned him towards me. There were animal claw-like marks on his abs and chest. "God, you are badly hurt," I said, but to my surprise, the wounds that were in front of my eyes a second ago started to heal themselves automatically. I widened my eyes and raised my head to look into his eyes. I fell on

The scent of booze oozed from the car, assailing my nose with such a tang, it almost made me gag. I sighed, trying my best to keep what little food I had in me where it belonged. It was hard to keep a straight face when this prick was around. Diego is the definition of dipshit. Loud, unclean, has no discipline whatsoever. In the name of Selene, the guy barely knew how to use a godam condom; surprised he doesn't have any offspring of his own by now- not any that I know of at least... I pushed the thought aside and reminded myself I had more important business to attend to.

“What is his name so that I can admonish him for neglecting her!” “Diego,” He said and I almost choked on my wine. “Diego?” I repeated, my eyes widening in fear. “Yes, Diego Sanchez” No, please no. Diego already died in that attack that I kept a secret from the council. I was truly in a huge mess.

The main reason why she believed that her eldest died. “He is an acquaintance, mama. The two of us share the same cause, and you know that very well.” Diego said, looking at his mother whose eyes were wide at her son’s statement. She shook her head, refusing to hear her son out, not wanting to listen to what he was going to tell her.

Marcus stepped out first, followed by the rest of the guys before I followed with Kaelis behind me. “Saint, we meet again.” Diego Santiago was a few inches shorter than me, but still broad shouldered with tanned skin and dark eyes. His eyes held mischief and his grin probably garnered attention wherever he went. “Thanks for meeting us here, Diego, I wasn’t expecting that,” I said, and shook his hand. “This must be your lovely wife,” he said and kissed the top of her hand. “Call me Diego, or ‘Papi’ whichever you prefer.” Kaelis laughed. She fucking laughed, and his grin widened.

As I saw a flicker of doubt cross Diego’s face, I knew that my words had struck a chord and bought us precious time to execute our escape plan. Diego leaves Xavier’s neck and steps back, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “And what do you think I have been looking for all these years?” he asked, his tone challenging. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure as I carefully chose my next words. “Your son is alive, Diego. And I know where he is.” Diego’s eyes widened in shock before quickly narrowing again, his expression guarded. “Prove it,” he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of hope and skepticism.

After hearing what he said, Diego chimed in and said indifferently, “You're not good as a sidekick. I'm the best sidekick!” Cody flew into a rage and shouted, “D*mn it, Diego! How dare you compete with me for Kayson's favor! Do you believe that I'll crush you in a drinking competition?” Diego looked at him and said nonchalantly, “Seriously? Have you forgotten that you were the one who lost the last time we had a drinking competition? Now you want to do it again? I suggest you drop the thought. If not, you’re going to bring disgrace upon yourself.”