Gojo Forehead Novels & Stories

He spoke to Rino but his eyes stayed on me. I could feel Rino stiffen behind me, his hands around my waist tighten. “It's never branded on the forehead now, is it Nicolo?" At the sound of the edge in his voice, Nicolo’s eyes turned back up to Rino's. Whatever he saw there had him grinning now, a sick wide grin like he'd just trapped a lion in his own jungle.

He looked pale and there were eyes bags beneath his eyes. Slowly, he lifted his arm, distracting my perusal of his face. With a quick swipe, he flicked away the stray strands of hair on my face. His fingers settled on my forehead and slowly coiled over my face. It felt so right, so smooth and so good. What the heck is happening? Viola leapt for joy, as usual, welcoming his touches. "Come back to me… I need you by my side," Alpha Joash whispered brokenly as he leaned forward to peck me on my forehead.

At this, his raised eyebrow raised even more, to the point I was afraid it would fly off his face. "Really?" He questioned yet his tone sounded as if he already knew the answer. Heck, I think everyone in the world- except for Danny- knew the answer. I sighed heavily, rubbing my forehead with my forefingers. "How'd you know I was in a bad mood?" I relented, massaging my forehead in a feeble attempt to ease the severe headache I was feeling. Justin smiled slightly, his beautiful grey eyes gleaming. He raised a large hand and placed it on my forehead. The coolness to it eased the pain in my head slightly and I sighed in relief.

The incomparable restlessness made John forget the burning sensation on his tongue. He drank it down. Madam Jenn jumped inwardly. It's difficult to hide one's pleasure and satisfaction so that it doesn't show in one's facial expression. The corners of Madam Jenn's lips twitched, holding back a broad smile that would have been absurd. The forehead is always the first sense to react when something happens to the body. That's because the foyer of the brain sits behind it, sending out warning alarms that our bodies need attention. Madam Jenn believed in this theory. Her eyes were fixed on John's forehead.

I said, seeing his brow furrow. He drew me closer to him. His hands are wrapped around my waist. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. I was stunned by what he did, but I let him. That was strange of him to do. Kissing someone on the forehead is the purest thing a human being can do. And it's extremely unusual for a rough man like him to do it. Since then, I've known he wasn't the type of person who could show this side of himself. But here he is, doing something I never imagined he would do. I swallowed as he felt me, and he continued to kiss my brow. I tried to get his attention by clearing my throat. But it had no effect because he ignored me.

but it will help your skin to stop falling apart. Julio Cesar forced himself to take the 'horrible thing' and, like a mere mortal, he covered his nose with his thumb and forefinger and poured the contents of the glass in one go. - That damned Soraia managed to destroy my face," he grumbled grudgingly as he handed the empty glass to Brenda while his memory sent him flashes of what had happened in that abandoned house, but what angered him the most to the point where he gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes was the moment when the bitch ripped the gold from the back of his neck and made the sun rise with only the desire of his eyes and devoured him in pain.

he shook his head. I looked up at him with a peace sign. "I didn't hear it, sorry," he laughed sheepishly. Preston removed my hand from my forehead. He blew the part that hit the post. I was very shocked when he applied his lips and sucked the lump on my forehead. I was so shocked that I couldn't move or speak right away. “There. That's not going to swell up that much ," said Preston. I could still feel the warmth of his lips on my forehead and the little bit of saliva that came with it.

Gojo's face was too close to Aki's face, and he was grinning in a creepy way. "Is there a problem, Miss Aki?" Mr. Gojo asked her. Aki was immediately creeped out. This strange feeling is the same as what she felt in the basement that night. Mr. Gojo's eyes were barely visible because of his exaggerated smile, but Aki could see through his forced smile. Aki turned her head and looked at her own paper. She secretly looked at Raia, who was also looking at her, especially at Mr. Gojo. But when their eyes met, Raia quickly looked away.

He has a red mark on his forehead. "You?"

his lips are full and inviting, even in repose. A lock of dark hair has fallen across his forehead, partially obscuring his eyes. It's a bit messy, as if he's been running his hands through it, and I find myself reaching out to brush it away. My fingers tremble slightly as I make contact with his hair, the soft strands slipping through my fingertips like silk. I gently push the lock aside, revealing the full extent of his face. Massimo's skin is smooth, with a subtle sheen that hints at his Italian heritage. His jawline is strong, defined, and his cheekbones are high and sharp.