Gojo Forehead Novels & Stories

Jeevika was about to move to the end of the bed but Theo pulled her into his arms and said " There's no escape now, my little woman *forehead kiss* " The forehead kiss sank Jeevika's heart into the deep ocean of love. She also gave a forehead kiss to Theo who froze at his place while Jeevika slept hugging him. Theo kept awake staring at Jeevika's innocent face while recalling the same Deja vu experience he felt with her forehead kiss. He tried to put a name to that feeling but failed. Soon he too slept with a smile on his face after so long. *knock* *knock*

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

He moved a bit away from her and began unbuttoningthis shirt. Nima's brows raised in confusion. “Your abs are fake? Don't tell me you're about to remove a silicone from your abs.” She said in an amused tone. Joel chuckled at her words while still proceeding with his action till he was done. He turned his back to her and gently pulled down his shirt to reveal the tattoo of a mysterious shadowy figure with 2 small horns protruding at its forehead. It looks like a creature shrouded in darkness. It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon.

It's a shame he didn't get to see how he reacted with his heart on his palm. "Aww, come on you killjoy. You don't even have your witchy voodoo powers right now; you can't curse me. I, however," He shows him his fangs, only a short second until his face is back to normal again. Then he winks. "God, fine. But I get the first question." Joaquin takes a sip on his glass, eyes fixated on Hiro as warm blood flows straight down his throat. He gestures for him to go on, waving his hand lightly.

A scar ran across his forehead. He tilted his head slightly. “Make that motherfucker beg for death.”

No visible breath. Its head was bowed, a curtain of tangled, matted hair hiding its face. Its arms hung at its sides, long and slack, the fingertips brushing the tops of its knees. Something about its outline was subtly wrong—slightly too tall, slightly too thin—as if the body had been stretched by invisible hands until it was just shy of human. Joel shifted his stance, angling himself between her and the thing. “Don’t move,” he murmured, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the dark.

Three long, jagged scars cut his face in half diagonally from one temple to the jaw. It changes your look. One eye is violet, in which the other is pure black. Goosebumps rise in my arms, despite the hot air. "Korin Iwasaki is awake," says the newcomer in a cold, distant tone of voice.

In the midst of the chaos, my forehead collided with his, a sharp jolt of pain shooting through me. I winced and instinctively brought my hand to my forehead, feeling the warm wetness of blood seeping through my fingers. "Maya, are you okay?" Aaron's voice was surprisingly laced with concern as he held me close, his worry evident in his eyes. "I... I think so," I stammered, blinking back tears as I tried to compose myself. He gently moved my hand away from my forehead, his fingers brushing over the wound. "You're bleeding. Let's get you cleaned up."