Kono Dio Da Face Novels & Stories

Dumb face: but you're really not behind me, people only say that when they are behind you. I chuckle, he's kinda right. Me: go away Aaron. Dumb face: ok seriously where are you? I've been looking for you everywhere. I smile, he's sweet. Really sweet. Impossibly sweet. Literally sweet. Me: I won't tell. Dumb face: I'm groaning. I'm groaning so loud people think I'm ejaculating. Oh my gosh...gross. Dumb face: did that gross you out enough to fess up your location?

Now that Dio has turned his gaze to Anjani completely, it seems that he will speak seriously, while Kai, Beki and Arsya anteng listen. "I'm waiting for Kyana to break up with her boyfriend." The hear practically exhales disillusioned. Yes, even though they had suspected that Kyana aka Dio's ex-girlfriend was still the reason why Dio was reluctant to open his heart until now. "Be loyal, but honey, you're a stupid" kai said insolently. "And if he breaks up with his girlfriend, do you think she wants to go back to you? You're so confident!" said Beki inside. Dio squeals fiercely.

“Riley, make sure you listen to this.” She nodded. “Alright. I will.” Then, she instructed the nurses to restrain my hands and feet tightly. They were preparing to administer the anesthetic and sterilize the area when Leo suddenly rushed in. He smiled as he grabbed Riley’s hand. “Riley, can I do the surgery to restore Carter’s face? After all, I hold the title of deputy director here. I’ve never actually performed a real surgery, and people won’t respect me otherwise. Besides, we’re all family, aren’t we? Even if something goes wrong, it’s fine. And you’ll be here too, Riley.”

Jax, on the other hand, is frowning. “Quite strange, but if it’s your face I’m seeing, then it’ll be great,” Jax said. Dione was stunned and turned off the video call. She slapped Jax’s arm. Jax’s phone was still raised to its face, so she couldn’t see its expression. “Hey, you! What are you talking about! I’m done explaining to you on how to use it. You can post any pictures you like now,” Dione said with a smile.

"Ms. Aria, are you absolutely sure about this?" Inside the private clinic, the black-market doctor handed me the consent form with trembling hands. "Digging the GPS chip out of your neck, breaking and rebuilding your facial bones... You are so beautiful, why would you..." "Because I need to escape someone. Forever." I touched my face with a bitter smile and signed my name. When I walked out of the clinic, the blinding sunlight made me squint. Before I could take three steps, the familiar roar of engines echoed from the end of the street.

Rex cried, Dilo’s movements so quick and precise it took him by surprise. “There is more topic we need to discuss before we arrive at the imperial capitol,” Dilo said, snatching the washcloth, and reapplying some of the soap before starting her work. “I can guarantee there will be many who know my face and name, I would say with certainty that I have no doubt crossed swords with many of their hierarchy over the years. How do you intend to work through that obstacle? Unlike Kiri, I cannot hide inside a necklace.”

“Watch this, Moa. This program compares facial features. I rewrote some of the code. If I upload Mommy and Uncle Diego’s photos, it’ll generate what their kid would look like. If the result looks like us… then Uncle Diego’s our dad!” Moa clapped with sparkling eyes. “Wow! You’re amazing, big bro!” “Hmph, piece of cake.” Though he was secretly thrilled, Koa played it cool. “Alright, let’s upload Mommy’s photo first, then Uncle Diego’s.” He easily pulled a front-facing photo of Briella from his files and clipped a clear shot of Diego from surveillance footage. As he clicked confirm, his hand trembled a little. Moa hugged his arm. “I’m nervous. What if Uncle Diego isn’t our daddy?”

Reyna frowned her face at his voice and her eyes staring at his face making Niko scrunch his face up also. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Your face.” She muttered.

There was no turning back now. "It's a deal!" I tapped on my screen. I couldn't resist the urge to seek clarification for something. I asked, "Did you attack Joshua on August 5, 2023?" I got a response within seconds, and the answer filled me with anguish. "Certainly not! I'm innocent!" Immediately, another message came in. "Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!"

My mood lifts instantly. Dio has always been the one person I completely trust and confide in. He was so good to me and I honestly do not think I could've survived college without him. Today he is putting on a black turtleneck with dark pants and the blue-and-gold graduation gown. His black eyes sparkle as he takes me in where I'm seated. “Happy graduation day, Dio,” I reply. “You don't look like you just went through four years of college and came out unscathed. Why the long face?”