Voice Of Diego From Ice Age Novels & Stories

it's an unavoidable vice of all living things. "Raverine Agustine!" Diego exclaimed in joy when Raverine opened the door for him. “Wazzup!” Diego stuck his tongue out and open his arms for a brotherly hug. Diego Monterey has this cheerful vibe wherever he goes but is dangerous when being infuriated by those who underestimate him. Five feet and nine inches tall man with hair like a raven. His creamy skin complements well with his coffee-brown eyes, giving you the warmest feeling when he stares at you.

“If you want me to stop, I will.” “Diego…” “I am not going to push you through something that you might not want.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss my lips. Our lips moved in sync, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I deepened the kiss. He smiled into it, gently biting on my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, opening my mouth enough for him to push his tongue inside. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, and catching on, Diego moved slowly, allowing me to explore.

Amelia Diego’s smile widens as he leans deeper into his slouch. I realize then that he’s just as cold as the other werewolves. The difference is that he’s more dangerous because he hides behind a relaxed demeanor. “She’s just a human pet, brother,” Diego chuckles. “No need to get so worked up about it.” Diego lolls his head over the arm of his chair, whistling upside down. A few collared pets scurry over in response, and I realize his whistle was a call to them.

His expression was terrifyingly calm, sending chills down Diego’s spine. “Tell me where Camila is, Diego,” Alejandro demanded, his voice icy. “I—I don’t know,” Diego stuttered, shaking his head. In an instant, Alejandro’s hand shot out, gripping Diego’s throat. Diego gasped for air as his face turned red, his eyes welling with tears. “Tell me where Camila is,” Alejandro snarled. “Start talking, or you’ll regret it.” ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Fear was written all over her face and he could see the visible tremble of her limbs. “I should be the one asking what you’re doing here,” he said coldly, “I’ll give you three minutes to get in the car.” He turned to walk away but her voice stopped him, “I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m not going back there.” Diego turned to face her and let his lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile, “You’re not? Fine, then. According to the no-fraternization agreement you signed when you got this job, you now owe me a million dollars.”

Diego growl over the phone. “D-Diego…I’m sorry. Please is mother okay? I didn’t mean to…” Tiana pleaded over the phone but she came to an halt and ended it with a laugh. Diego hatched his eyebrows, “What the fuck is funny?!” “Because you must have think that’s what I’d be saying? Hell no! Mother is gone and you should move on! Whatever I did, I did for love!” Tiana yelped from the other line. “My mother was such a fool to have believed your lies! I, Diego Rodrigo will find you and make sure you pay dearly for your sins!” Diego rasped, Tiana chuckles.

Diego's smile faltered slightly under the intense gaze, while Javier watched, hoping this personal introduction would finally break the ice. Javier sighed deeply, trying to convey a sense of urgency and sincerity. "Mr. Lowes, there's something you might not know. Until recently, Diego was a highly valued senior engineer with the government. He was in charge of a major project, but he was framed and unjustly fired. The person responsible is an uneducated woman who has become a disaster for the project."

If César's tech team was still monitoring Diego's comms—and I knew they were—the clock was already ticking. But I couldn't stop. "I have a son, Diego," I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "His name is Marcello. He's two. He has dark curls and... he has so much energy. He says carro. He's perfect, Dee." "A nephew," Diego whispered, his voice cracking. "I have a nephew. Does he... does he look like us?" "He looks like a mix," I lied, unable to tell him that Marcello had the eyes of the devil who was hunting us. "He's beautiful. I wish you could see him. I wish I could come home."

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."

Alen said. Diego shook his head, giving his friends a strange look. He had to shake his head and cluck his tongue for Ben to raise his eyebrows. Ben said, "Why are you clucking your tongue? Is something weird?" Diego rolled his eyes pleadingly, "Of course." "What? What's weird?" Ben asked with an innocent look. Diego gritted his teeth, staring at Ben with a super lazy stare. "Oh my God! You guys are weird, so weird."