What Is Diego In Ice Age Novels & Stories

I’m not as weak as they have always assumed. "Sienna, I overheard a few pack members discussing going to the king to see what he will do for them if they kill you." I turn from my office window and look at Diego. He's the lead warrior and the only person I trust entirely. He grew up with my mom, was loyal to her, and has always been like an uncle to me. He's huge with black hair, black eyes, and covered in tattoos.

' Diego looked at me. 'Research,' he quickly picked up his laptop. We searched the whole internet but didn't find her anywhere. 'Guess not.' 'I kind of love the name, has a nice ring to it,' Diego smiled. 'But from now on, you'll be Aileen Valeroso, our sister, my twin sister.' 'Why not try something that will match your name?' The girl suggested. 'I love Dora!' She squealed. 'Dora and Diego, go Diego go!' She shrieked and started singing as she clapped her hands. Armando joined her. Diego shifted closer and whispered.

Especially in front of those annoying kids. Several parents approached Reynold and Diego. They seemed to recognize Diego's presence. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Diego? Eeehm, I mean Mr. Diego Collins Harvey?" someone asked Diego. Diego stood behind Reynold while still holding Reynold's shoulder. He smiled at everyone as he said, "Yes... that's right. I'm Diego Collins Harvey." Everyone heard him clearly. Plus most of them also knew who Diego Collins Harvey was. "Oh my God, is it really him?"

Roman and Paxton had made their way out to relieve themselves, and I covered my mouth when I heard one of them let out a long morning fart as they peed. Diego, our pocket-sized thief, was lying in his bed roll, exposed to the elements where he preferred to sleep in case of an attack. Even in the rain or snow, he would just move to the base of a tree and weather the storm. Diego's hands were behind his head as he stared at the sky. He was minding his own business, always did, and I appreciated him for it. Neil was nowhere to be seen, so he probably hadn't left his tent yet.

Moon laughed, "I was trying to sound comforting." "You are comforting; just talking to you makes me feel so much fucking better." "That’s sweet. Well, keep holding on to that thought, because you still need to find a gamma too." Fuck. Moon was right; I needed a gamma too, and preferably one that wouldn’t be a dick like the last one, or I would have to kill another gamma. I contacted the Elder that performed one of the last tests, and he had one option. Diego had been cut from the Beta tournament in the last round because his ambitions weren’t to be a beta. He actually liked strategizing and fighting too much. He was a soldier and had worked as part of Gamma Matias’ army for over a decade.

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."

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

And Dantley stared at the helpless body for a moment and then walked away, leaving a battered Diego behind. Young Master Marteen aka Dantley Swiftclaw the Alpha thought Diego would give up. But instead of giving up, Diego clenched his fists even more, even though he was lying on the sand on the beach he still thought that he would take Erlyn away. Unfortunately, Diego's cell phone was destroyed by Dantley on the spot and thrown into the ocean.

“Who?” “Someone from Diego’s past,” Luca replied, his voice tight with urgency. “A ghost from the shadows. His name is Victor Drago.” Rafael’s jaw clenched. The name was all too familiar. Drago was a brutal, calculated man who had worked with Diego during his early days in the underworld. He’d been one of Diego’s most trusted lieutenants, but Rafael had always known there was something dark behind the man’s eyes—something even Diego had feared.

Diego lowered his gun slowly, rain streaming down his face like tears he refused to shed. Grant slumped against the rocks, clutching his bleeding shoulder and cursing through gritted teeth. Elara's breath came in short bursts as she stared at the man who had just saved them. Diego. The quiet driver who had ferried them between safe houses for weeks. The one who barely spoke but always showed up. Now he stood revealed, eyes hard with secrets that ran deeper than the ocean crashing below.