Gojo Forehead Novels & Stories

"But that's right?" "Look at me Riguel! My forehead hurts! You're really stupid at any time!" I shouted to Riguel who was still holding my forehead. "Eh? It's not that strong! It's the OA!" He said laughing. "May I see." He said and made me face him. He removed my hand and stared at my forehead. The smile on his lips disappeared as he looked at my forehead. "Your skin is so sensitive! Your forehead is so red." He said and caressed my forehead using his thumb.

“There is, but for now, I doubt. There should be a pause for the meantime. I have seen cases like this before, he'll keep growing, but not too much like this. This time, it's going to be a gradual process.” Then I recalled when Diego complained about having a scar on his forehead. “Again, there's something on his forehead I need you to see.” “Diego?” I called Diego who has all these while being focused on his toys. “Yes, mommy.” He answered, turning to look at me. “Come here.” He left his toys, slowly walking up to me. I shifted the strands of his hair, showing doctor James the scar on his forehead. It had a red color around it which means it was indeed hurting him.

Hiroki runs his hand over my forehead again. "We have to lower your temperature," said Hiroki in a hurry not knowing what to do, "I need a cloth or something to wet it with to put it on her forehead," I touch Hiroki's hand signaling him to tear the other sleeve of the dress to make the cloth. He forcefully rips the sleeve and dips it in the cold lake, wrings it out by rolling it up, removing the excess water so that it is just wet, returns with the rag, folds it and spreads it all over my forehead removing the fringe of my hair.

The doctor then timidly said, “Ms. Hara, Jiro is also hurt.” Reiko stepped forward and realized Jiro was actually kneeling amongst the other disciples. He looked dispirited as his shoulders and head were lowered. His face was almost disfigured by the bruises and swells. He looked worse than the other disciples. This would be the face of the dojo that she had mentioned to Aiden earlier. Reiko’s eyes turned icy and sharp. “Ms. Hara, Jiro’s condition is actually better. His arms and legs are not broken,” the doctor said.

He inclined his face, biting down hard on his sharp, saw-like teeth, veins hidden on his forehead. Evelyn's hand stopped in mid-air for a moment before she touched Sagon's messy forehead hair. The long, thin braid he had tied at the back of his head had long since come apart in the fight, and it was then that Evelyn realized that Sagon's hair was in fact very long, long and dark and slightly curly, but because of the amount of blood that had gotten into it, strands of hair were caked with clumps of blood between them, and the ends of his hair were messily tangled up in a messy mess that looked dirty, grimy, and dull.

Well, I’m on my way. ... Reminder, the distance from Goa Jepang to Goa Gajah is 1.196,7 Km. “Arrgh! Why should I get such an opponent?!” Koji shouted. Suddenly, he senses something coming from the sky. Koji evades it immediately and it is a very old geezer who was about to send him a lethal attack from the sky. “Are you the one who occupies Goa Gajah, old fart?” Koji asked upset. The old man who wears an anime girl shirt gets up and says, ”Kids these days do not know manners, eh?”

Maybe, even if it's not the first, but it's been a long time. She looked at him carefully and notice a big red bump on his forehead, it was all flushed and bumpy, which must hurt a lot. " It's hurting, my forehead ", He kept on whining. " Aish! It's alright, just a little bump there on your forehead, nothing to be so exaggerated ", Coming from someone who always acts cold. Juhee was tired, with no strength to tolerate any bullshit but holding back because it was him, her war husband, and her Ex-best friends.

My last thought is a useless question, my last memory the cry of an insufferable city elf… “Ooff Off!” A sound pierces the veil. She realizes she still breathes, and opens her eyes to see Jojo leaning over her. The ape’s face is different though, almost veiled with eyes sunken; he salivates profusely. The second thing she sees is a javelin pierced clear through the beast’s meaty arm; which had evidently blocked all but the very tip from her.

Mas lalo pakong nataranta nang mas ilapit pa nito ang mukha nito sa'kin with his furrowed brows, as if he was closely inspecting something on my face. I hastily stepped back away from him dahilan para dumilim agad ang mukha nito. "I said be still, Ms. Javier!" he hissed out, obviously annoyed with me. "A-Ano ba kasing ginagawa mo sa mukha ko?" He just glared down at me and continued with his pursed lips. Sa liwanag na maron sa parteng 'yon ng station, I could clearly see the details of his face. Thick dark brows above his eyes, dark grey eyes which perfectly complimented his ebony hair, straight pointed noise, hard and strong jaw with light stubbles na syang nagpapatigas pa lalo sa appearanc

Meanwhile, the car driver was still looking at Rena, who was stroking her forehead through the rearview mirror. "We have arrived." The cold baritone drew Rena's eyes, who were also looking at her. He quickly got out by slamming the door, making everyone in the car startled. "Are you okay?" Jordan asked, seeing Rena's slightly reddened forehead. Gania, who was in the front seat, also looked at Rena, still rubbing her forehead. "Your forehead is red." Rena could only smile faintly. She quickly opened the door, not wanting to make the man angrier.