Voice Of Diego From Ice Age の小説・ストーリー

Carlos said with a smile and Logan chuckled as they made their way to Rhea and Logan had to say everything was perfect, and all thanks went to Emiliano and Sia for being supportive, like literally supportive because they were just a few miles away since they were now neighbors as Rhea wanted. "Diego...smile for the camera...come on son"So said as she tried to keep Diego in one place, so she could click a picture of him before they left but her three years old son just ignored her and focused on playing with his video game. Sia bit her lower lip as she sat there lost not sure what to do. The arrogant attitude she was getting from a three year old boy was starting to get on her nerves and she

*ringing* hola, quién es este? said a male voice in a deep Spanish accent "Diego, it's me" I said trying to keep my voice steady despite the surging pain" boss?... we weren't supposed to speak till friday, the new shipment isn't ready yet, we're dealing with some minor issues with some of the boys trying steal from u...... "assemble the guys, we meet at dusk" I said cutting him off and Keeping my voice while looking around to see if anyone is close by

Logan turned back slowly, blood dripping from his lip, smiling. “And you talk too much for someone who hasn’t eaten in two days,” Diego said, voice sharp. “Shall we cut out your tongue and see how brave you are in silence?” “Go ahead. Won’t change the fact that you’re afraid of him. Always have been.” Diego’s smile faltered. He walked forward and grabbed Logan by the chin, gripping it tightly. “I fear no man. But I do enjoy watching them suffer. You’re his last soft spot. His final thread of control. And when I sever it… he’ll unravel.”

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.

Concerned, I withdrew my hand and leaned back, observing him intently. In an instant, Diego's eyes flew open, and he jolted upright in bed. His gaze darted around the room, filled with disorientation and confusion. But when his eyes landed on me, terror seized him, and he emitted a bone-chilling scream. "Stop, Diego, it's me! It's Elena! Please, calm down," I pleaded, attempting to soothe him. Yet, it seemed as though he couldn't hear my words. He recoiled, scrambling backwards on the bed, fear etched across his face.

he said in a low voice. The man turned his head. He was young, maybe twenty-eight. His hair was messy, and his glasses kept sliding down his nose. He kept typing fast on the keyboard. “You must be Miguel,” Leo said without looking away from the screen. “Diego called me two days ago. Said you’d come if things got bad.” Miguel’s jaw tightened. “Things are bad. I need your help.” Leo gave a small smile. “Yeah, I guessed that. Sit down.”

he says, “Who are you?” he says nothing as he began walking towards the door but stops and turns giving a devious smile, “I am Diego Montego.”

a voice hissed. It was Diego. He was standing there with a mean smile on his face. He was not looking at Mateo. He was looking straight at me. His eyes were different than Mateo's. Mateo looked at me with kindness, but Diego looked at me with a hunger that made me want to run away. "Mateo is playing with the trash again," Diego sneered. He stepped closer, his expensive shoes crunching on the dirt. "Wait until Papa hears about your little glass bird. You are in big trouble."

He also had massive dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like he'd aged decades over just the past night. He was gripping my phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "What is this?" Giusto asked, frowning. Diego didn't reply and merely began playing a recording. A strange voice, thick with an accent, immediately came through. "You have one chance to call someone. If someone comes to save you, then we will let you go." After some crackling static and hissing sounds, my hoarse, broken, tearful voice appeared. "Diego… Save me… I've been kidnapped, please come back and save me…"

His voice was laced with stubbornness, one that used to be for me, just six months ago. A soft laugh answered him—light, indulgent. "Alright, I'll bring you two more ice creams as compensation. Is that good enough, baby?” Ice-cream? My eyes widened in disbelief. How fu*king dare she!? Diego has a severe cold issue; he has asthma, and cold things are practically poison for him! I wanted to barge in that moment and confront her; however, once again, reality slapped me right in the face… "You're so cool, Auntie! I love you!" Diego's excitement paused my hands once more.