Sid X Diego Novels & Stories

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and could not help but sigh, "But then again, this guy is lucky enough to be Khloris's disciple and is able to look at her beauty every day. Even if he dies immediately, he would have no regrets." As soon as he finished speaking, there was undisguised admiration on his face. Sienna pouted and said unhappily, "Diego, you're terrible. You're holding me in your arms, but you're still thinking about Khloris..." She always knew Diego liked Khloris. She was jealous when she heard him talking about her. "Okay, okay." Diego coaxed with a smile. "I'm just saying. I love you the most and I haven't touched you for several days. I miss you so much."

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.

"Have you got Troy's wife's personal phone number yet?" Diego spoke to someone over the phone. A few hours ago, the doctor asked again about Troy's closest family members, but Diego still hadn't been able to obtain Sarah's phone number. Then, one of his trusted men contacted him. "Good. Send it to me right away!" Diego replied. Diego quickly saved the phone number of the woman named Sarah. He wanted to contact her immediately, but he was worried that Sarah wouldn't believe him.

Fucking Diego. "I'm surprised you didn't offer me a cup of wolfsbane tea before you unleashed your minions on me. When did you stop following our traditions?" I pretend his presence doesn't bother me, but deep down, I'm terrified. Diego is a sick man, his ideas of pain and pleasure surpassing the sickest people I know. He's the kind of weirdo who would spend his time on the deep web, browsing the worst shit you can be interested in.

Diego straightened his suit jacket, then bent forward in a formal bow. “Respected Elders… I am Briella’s husband. My name is Diego Elsher.” ***

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

Diego air quotes as he leans against his car and lights a cigarette. "D, shut up." She hisses at him. "Who?" I look back and forth between them. "Tristan, was it?" Diego speaks when she doesn't, I raise my eyebrows, urging her to explain herself. "He's my best friend and he's going through something." She defends. "Yeah, right," Diego calls bullshit, "You know, if you guys don't want to be together then just break up and stop hurting each other's feelings like this." He places the cigarette between his lips and exhales through his nose.

"I'm fine." "You're exhausted," Sarah countered. "And you're no use to either of us if you collapse. I can keep watch for a few hours." Their eyes met across the room, a silent battle of wills. Finally, Diego nodded. "Wake me in four hours. No heroics if anything happens—wake me immediately." "Understood." "The best," Diego agreed. "Ex-NSA. We paid off his gambling debts when no one else would."

he asks, without a hint of excitement in his voice. As I look at him I immediately notice his serious expression. The hard way he looks at my friend. Diego doesn't seem to notice; he extends a hand in a kind and friendly way towards Levi and introduces himself. "My name is Diego Andrade. It is a pleasure to meet you." Levi returns the handshake. From Diego's expression, it is a little stronger than he expects. "My pleasure," Levi murmurs in what sounds more like a grunt. "Diego is a very dear childhood friend of mine," I say to Levi, putting a hand on his chest to soothe him. "We were inseparable as kids, but he moved years ago to California with his pack."

He rushed down to me quickly, heaving a sigh before he talked. “She is totally off the radar of this city if at all she is still in this city. Otherwise, she is not in this city.” Diego said, and I felt rage coursing through my veins as I could think of was going to confront my business associate. A thought suddenly struck my mind to visit the casino again.