Gojo Forehead Novels & Stories

"You shouldn't have given up, you're just complaining!" "Angry right away? I was just talking eh, tsk --- ouchh!" I moaned as soon as the car stopped and my head hit the front so it hurt. "Aray ko," I moaned again. It looks like my forehead was injured or maybe it's just my feeling? "Damn, you're bleeding!" "B-Bleeding?" I touched my forehead and looked at my hand. "Sh*t! It's your fault!" I said and repeatedly complained because of the pain in my forehead.

Maya woke up the following Monday morning and was surprised to see Jordan, lying beside her sleeping and wearing the clothes probably from the day before. She studied his face that looks to be quite tired from the dark circles under his eyes. He had a straight nose that goes together with his prominent chin and squared jawline. He has a wide forehead, strong brow bone and thick straight eyebrows that she remembered she had her hands run over it when she gave in to his lovemaking the previous day.

Joeben's forehead gradually wrinkled and a vein started to appear in his neck and face, because of Jin's silly answers. "You're really exhausting my patience! Don't blame me for being harsh!" Joeben yelled. In the blink of an eye, Joeben released his giant kanabo from his spiritual power, to end Jin's life immediately. When Joeben raised his giant kanabo to beat Jin, he heard a voice from somewhere, "Stop!" "But Joeben didn't listen to it or even look at who was speaking. Instead, he continued to beat Jin out of his annoyance! "It's your end!" rawr!

I felt sharp pain in my forehead and when I pressed my hand I found blood oozing out of the corner of my forehead. I started crying. Adriano rushed towards me and pressed a clean white handkerchief over the wound. I tried to move away from him. "It’s okay, sweetheart. Let me have a look." He pressed the handkerchief over the wound, which made me flinch, I pushed his hand away. It hurts so badly. I couldn't control my tears. My eyes were filled not only with tears but with a combination of anger and fear too. "Why are you flinching?" He said smiling down at me and pulled me closer.

Like why am I finding Miyamura so attractive? It must be pre-heat. Once I am done with whatever this is, then I am going to check my hormonal calendar. Immediately. “I see, good for you sir”. “So sarcastic Sorahiko…it’s almost like you’re asking for another forehead flick”. My hands move to guard my forehead on reflex. I will never forget the pain of the last one. It was so bad that I had to go to the hospital. Never again. “Please no sir”. “Sir?”. He raises his brow with the question.

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.

Gojo’s Infinity technique hummed subtly, cocooning the room in a private bubble, amplifying the electricity that crackled between them. Y/N wasted no time. She slammed Gojo against the door, the force of the impact making him grunt softly. This wasn't a gentle prelude; it was a declaration. Her hands, usually so precise with cursed energy, were now frantic as they clawed at his jacket, desperate to feel the hard muscles beneath.

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.

I am happy to thank you for not letting go of my hug. "Ahem!" I let go of my hug from Joeren when there was a voice behind us. "Fidel, bruh!" Dr. stood up. Joeren and it's the same with the man. I looked at the Man with Dr Joeren. Why is he handsome? his eyes are narrow, his skin is white and his lips are pouting more and more.

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple