Voice Of Diego From Ice Age Novels & Stories

Nothing but letting out a loud and painful roar in the direction of that lonely head, while tears ran down his beast's eyes, as if he was trying to tell his mother everything he wanted, even if it wasn't with his human voice. “Diego...” Corinne lamented, bending down in front of her brother, unable to contain the tears that accumulated when she saw what his body had become, a mixture of flesh stuck to bones, fallen hair and lean muscles, making it look like he could easily be 100 years old or much more “I...” she tried to bring her hand closer to his head, but Diego just flinched, continuing to cry silently as his breathing became increasingly weak and slow “I... ” Corinne tried to think of

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.

DIEGO “You know I do,” Diego replied, his voice dropping into that familiar, quiet intensity. He locked eyes with Ethan, stripping away the defensive layers so his friend could witness the unvarnished truth. “Isn’t it glaringly obvious? My soul hasn't been on the ice since Kol and I became an item—not in any way that counts.” He shook his head, a look of genuine disbelief crossing his face. “There was a time when the Austin Ice Arena was the boundary of my entire universe. But he pulled back the curtain; he proved to me that the world is infinitely larger than a rink.”

Was the boy trying to scare me? I pulled onto the emergency lane, then took a deep breath and rubbed my belly. "Son, did your memories get scrambled during your reincarnation? We live in the twenty-first century now. We have heated floors at home, and we didn't need hunting rifles for food a long time ago." 'Who said his memory's scrambled? Just do what he said! In our last life, when the extreme cold hit, the whole world was thrown into another ice age. The people who froze to death turned into zombies! My brother and I died when the zombies bit into our necks!'

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

He had made a fool of himself. He cast his eyes toward Diego next to him, hoping he would stand up for him. Dagon watched as Diego stared at Zayn and cracked into a smile all of a sudden. Diego then made a baffling statement, “That’s quite interesting. I didn’t expect that the bastard child from all those years ago had already grown so much.” The rest of the people were baffled and confused by his statement, yet it was as loud as rumbling thunder in Zayn’s ears. Instantly, his pupils constricted and he stared directly at Diego.

CHAPTER 19 My gaze lifted slowly to the one who dared speak Diego Herrera. Mid-50s. Arrogant. Wealthy. But stupid. His fingers tapped nervously, a subtle tell that he wasn’t as confident as he pretended to be. My voice dropped low and slow. "Y si crees que escupir el nombre de mi madre te hace valiente, entonces estás muy equivocado." (And if you think spitting on my mother’s name makes you brave then you are so mistaking)

Alex’s POV “Hi, Diego San-pedro,” I greeted the man in front of me,calling his name with an Italian accent despite looking like early fifties. He raised a brow and stared at me, shocked that I sounded like that even though I didn’t look Italian. “You Italiano?” He asked, raising a brow as he passed through the middle of his guards that opened up like curtains, and stood in front of me. “No, but I know an Italiano that is out of control,” I replied. “Your unfortunate son, Ricko.”

Hesitantly, I answered the call. “Hello?” I said, my voice tired. “Hello? Who is this?” I said, my voice tired. A low, guttural laugh answered, distorted, almost inhumane, but undeniably familiar. “Did you really think it was over, Diego?” the voice rasped. “Who is this?” “Just because Adriana survived doesn't mean I'm finished with you and your family.” I instantly recognised the voice. It was my father. And… Miguel?

" I'm Diego. I was actually passing by when I heard your screams and came to see what was happening. Had to help when I saw that it was a fury" " Hold on. Screams?" I wasn't aware that I was screaming. I'm not a screamer. Really. I'd have been told if I were. If you know what I mean. (No, not that. You nasty human). " Anyway, thank you for the help). "You're welcome" We stepped into the sun and he made to leave us. " Hey, we're going to the beach, can you direct us there?" Kel asked him. I'm such an idiot, I forgot we were supposed to be looking for my father. You can't blame me though. That's what a very good looking person will do to you.