Gojo Forehead 소설 & 이야기

My eyes widened further as I noticed a deep cut on his forehead, bleeding down the side of his face. His face, his complexion, is golden and tanned, almost as if he's been on a three-month holiday. My eyes widen like two saucers as I notice the structure of his sharp jawline. His eyes are large and the color of hazelnut, complete with a set of thick lashes. Even with the pain on his face, he's not a bad sight to look at.

As more rays of light shined at the zone, Jared covered his bleeding right eye with his hand while in front of the wind barrier, "Grrr... Is this true? Don't tell me is true? I injured... Grrr... the Great Jared the Divine Humane?! Ha!" Aghogho laughed then his face contorted, "hey, are you even fighting me for real?! Grrr... Why go... Grrr... this far in keeping the girl as your own, again... Grrr?"

“Just don't cheat on me again, okay? I'll forgive you this time.” “Jeff!” Jojo called again. She thought that he was kidding again. Jeff chuckled. “I guess I'll see you later? You'll be late for class,” he said, kissing her on the forehead, and walked away. Jojo remained rooted to the ground for a second. She touched her forehead and creased her brows. “See you,” she said, almost in a whisper. But she was clearly very confused. … Jojo sat beside Penny and rubbed her forehead again. “Jeff is so creepy today. He scares the shit out of me.”

My legs don’t give out under me. Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.” Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious. “What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”

"Sweetheart, place your forehead on mine." He gave me a quizzical look but complied. As soon as our foreheads touched, I felt an instant pull. Giovanni stiffened, wrapping his hands tightly around my waist and tensing up. "Shit!" I looked up at his face as he gritted his teeth, his eyes now as black as the night. "Can you feel it?" "Feel what?" Giovanni exhaled sharply, opening his eyes, which had returned to normal.

He brushed his hair out of his face. “ Don't worry, my child. We will get through this. I promise you that.” When those words left his mouth, even he was not confident that what he said was even true. He sighed, trying to push all the negative thoughts that were trying to flood his mind. As he was about to move away from Horace, he noticed something on his forehead. There was something glowing on it. It was only a flicker and Felix could not make out what it was. As soon as he saw it, it disappeared. That was strange, he thought. He touched his forehead to check but nothing happened. He didn't know what he had seen, but since it was no longer there, he dismissed it.

“Of course, I do.” I was completely transfixed by Ambrose’s face. At a much closer look, there are few scars on his forehead and jawline. You can’t really see them from afar but they were there. Those are undoubtedly the battle scars he obtained from the fights that he’d been in. I can’t imagine how many fights he had gone through.

He stared at himself in the mirror as he continued to think about her. “Damn, how do I get her out of my head?” He asked himself. He washed his face with water from the sink and when he opened his eyes to look back at the mirror, he almost stumbled back at what he saw. “What the heck!” He exclaimed and tried to touch his forehead. He looked closely and gasped. It was a moon Crystal engraved on his forehead and it was glowing. He washed his face again and when he looked again, the symbol was no longer there.

I attached the picture in this email for you to see. Regards, Albert I clicked on the attached JPEG file, and narrowed my eyes. It’s the first time I saw his picture. With all honesty, I couldn’t deny the fact that he’s handsome, only if his heart would be as good, then everything would have been better. He had a square shaped face, sharp jaws, thick eyebrows, and a tall nose. His eyes were so captivating with its color of light hazel. But what’s significant about his appearance besides his handsomeness was that scar on his forehead.

"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.