Gojo Forehead Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I smirked wildly and the next thing he knew my forehead clashed with his with a great force. "Ouch," we both said in unison. He let me go instantly as he lifted his hand to massage his forehead. I quickly moved away from his hard body and started massaging my forehead as it was painting like hell now. I crashed my head with him with great force. He looked at me with angry eyes while massaging his red forehead. "You were so satisfied with my kiss that you instantly let me go," I said in a mocking tone with a victory smirk. He glared at me intensely after listening to my mocking words.