Kono Dio Da Face Novels & Stories

Dio kept telling the story without seeing Erlan's face that was red while holding back his emotions. Realizing that, Erlan again pulled Dio's shirt collar. His hand was already clenched in the air and wanted to land on the assistant's jawbone soon. Dio began to be afraid, he then immediately said, "Y-Young Master. Remember your promise. Forgive me, Young Master. I-I don't have the slightest courage to take her from you. Please forgive me. I promise I will try little by little to forget my wrong feelings. Young Master, I beg you ... please control your emotions. If you throw that punch in my face. Automatically my face will be damaged, Boss. It will be very difficult later for me to find a lo

I didn’t bother to look at it while I was still holding onto the phone, I figured that he could have simply explained things to me. “I think you have to look at that to be able to understand what I have been talking about, Selene. It’s in your hand…” Dario pointed at the screen of the phone again and I was forced to take a look. Then I saw it, and the first thing I had to do was return my gaze to him to be sure that I was looking at the right thing. “Is this a joke?” I asked and Dario shook his head. “No, sweet. That’s real right there.” He sniggered, but that was not the real expression that he was supposed to have on his face.

Aigialeus chuckled after they had left. “Um, yes. I would have to agree with that. Dio is an… acquired taste, especially among Olympians.” I nodded. “But he’s a good kid. You both are.” he smiled, looking at me. It was jarring to see him smile. Even with his beard, I could tell he was smiling, and while the beard differentiated him from looking identical to our father, it was strange to see a smile on such a similar face. Our father does not smile, at least not that I’ve ever seen. I don’t count his sinister sneers as smiles. Is that what I look like when I genuinely smile?

No one could replace him. “Hey, Diane! I believe it’s your birthday today, so what’s with that facial expression? You see, I came back here in Quego del Mar just to be with you on your very special day. Is that how you will welcome me then? Am I deserving to see that brooding reaction coming from you?” It was Karen, although I wasn’t looking at her. Her voice had gotten quite deeper.

My refusal to speak. “I swear to the Madonna…” “I have a plan, Gio. You don’t have to worry about it.” I finally snapped. This was the reason I didn’t want to have a face-to-face with him. On the phone I could lie easily. I could change the subject and dodge his questions but face to face? Face to face I didn’t have a chance. Gio was too perceptive for that. “She's pretty, I take it?” Yeah, Gio was perceptive as hell. And it didn’t help that he knew me pretty well. “Beautiful sweet, dirty as….” Too late I realised my mistake. Cursing myself under my breath I lapsed into silence. But the damage was done

I had only been a stand-in, set on the table when she didn't want her seat. A Vellari capo even sighed aloud: "Now this — this is what the Donna of our Famiglia should look like." Dario stood frozen for a few seconds. Then his face softened. The corner of his mouth twitched, as if uncertain how to make the shape, but in the end he managed it. The smile wasn't pretty. It was awkward — like a man who hadn't smiled in so long he was trying to remember which muscles to use. But he smiled.

I tried to joke as the burning behind my eyes and in the back of my throat threatened of what wanted to come out. No. We are not crying! Not crying! She rubbed me up and down my arms as I blinked hard before... "Ouch!" She pinched me with a large mischievous smile. "Are you abusing my wife again?" We turned to see Dario walking towards us with a large smile and little Leonardo beside him looking a bit unsure. "Is this bathroom free?" He asked as a gorgeous little face looked up at him and then at me. "Yes... Leonardo's turn." Kate moved us to the side as Landon suddenly appeared with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.