Yandere Dev Face Novels & Stories

Revania’s lips curved into a cold smile. > “Crying again, Devia?” she whispered. “Good. Your tears are the sweetest music I could ask for.” She pulled out her phone, staring at a picture she’d secretly taken days ago — Argan smiling beside Mira Alandra. > “See, Devia?” she murmured with satisfaction. “He doesn’t even say your name anymore. You’ve lost... just like I once did.” For a fleeting second, her smile faltered — a shadow of the pain she once carried — but she quickly pushed it away.

Delinda released me and stumbled backward with her palm pressed against the mess my claws had made of her cheek, blood running through her fingers and her eyes wide with the specific horror of someone who had never in their life expected consequences. "My face," she said. High and disbelieving. "My face. Look what she did to my face, Andrea." "Leave," he said again, and he was gone. "You ruined my face!" She pointed at me, tears streaming, hand still pressed to her cheek. "You think you won something? You won nothing. Nothing!" She turned and rushed after him and the door swung open and then shut and then there was just the office, the broken shelf, the scattered books, and me.

I rubbed my whole face and head to relax myself. Then I looked at Devika. She is sleeping peacefully. Her mouth is slightly open indicating she is breathing softly. Her eyes are closed and her long eyelashes are touching her skin softly. A few strands of hair is covering her left cheek. I removed that hair from her face and looked carefully at her face. " Isn't she too beautiful and innocent?" the good Abhinav said. I will just agree with him when the devil Abhinav said," Don't fall for this face. It's the same face which she uses to make men mad after her. She is a whore".