Characters With No Teeth Novels & Stories

"Do you know Halloween? Uh, it's scary. They like to bite small children, but their teeth are toothless hihi." "Yuck, no." Faaza embraced herself as if she was frightened. Cheryl hugged Faaza. "So, Paja has to take care of your teeth, so they don't get damaged. Later it will be like a toothless Dracula." Cheryl showed herself and imagined herself a vampire with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. "Here is." Faaza bared her teeth at Cheryl. The girl examined the Faaza's teeth. "Hah." Faaza exhaled at Cheryl. The girl stroked her chest. Fortunately, she was still a child. She could not guarantee that if a significant person had eaten and exhaled like that, Cheryl could guarantee that she could pass

Unnecessary, Tits, Freckles and Teeth. “What’re you gonna do now, huh?” He jumped and landed with a thud. “What the fuck you gonna do now, you stupid, worthless, piece of shit bitches?” Let’s just do it. Tits squatted, her arms bleeding purple and black where the ropes had rubbed the flesh raw. She looked to Freckles. If the lid closes, you can’t breathe. Freckles looked at Teeth. The burden of your father’s sins. Teeth turned to Unnecessary.

Bartram waved his head. ‘This was not happening, he thought. The teeth she was touching were not ordinary teeth; they were fangs!

"Why the fuck did you decide to steal from me, Pablo. Why?" He tried to speak through his blood-smeared teeth and I noticed he had lost a few already. Good! Another way to add more agony to his pain. I waited a few seconds and when I saw he made no attempt to clarify his actions, with an annoying and disapproving growl, I forced his mouth open. Then I started using the plier to cut off his teeth, unequally. His body jerked uncontrollably, with his chest heaving expeditiously and I could see his ribcage stretching for air. Yet, I did not stop. I yanked off his incisors, molars, and canines. Then I left a few, should in case he made up his mind to state the reason why.

"This is a good tool. It can pull out each of your teeth one by one." Grace gritted her teeth. "I dare you!" Darien nonchalantly asked, "Why not give it a try?"

What just happened? “He meant to say ‘please,’” Ethan says with a grin. He’s missing a tooth behind his canine, and one of his front teeth has a little chip at the corner. His face-fur is thicker than Callan’s, and his hair hangs past his shoulders. He’s obviously never heard of a comb, either. But looking at his smile calms me and makes my heart beat in a different, erratic way that I don’t understand. “No, I didn’t,” Warrick says. “I said what I intended.”

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

My jaw elongated, filling with teeth designed to tear flesh from bone. The men stumbled back, eyes wide. A few raised their weapons. Not fast enough. I lunged at the closest one—the man with the machete. He swung at me. I caught his arm in my jaws and bit down. Bone crunched. He screamed. I released him and he fell, clutching the mangled remains of his arm.

the voice snapped in the darkness while its hands snapped around my wrists “don’t even make a sound.” The kid’s face leaned in towards mine, so he could look closer at my tangled face and horrified eyes. His gigantic white eye was now rimmed with black skin that spread across his cheek like a virus. The holes that had been isolated around one side of his mouth had spread to the other side in a huge grin formation. I could see his broken teeth had formed makeshift fangs that had remnants of food caught in them.

He had brown eyes and dirty blond hair that was messy and greasy. When I didn’t speak he smiled, his teeth were crooked and clearly unbrushed. His breath reeked of a kill and I nearly gagged. Even for a rogue in the wilderness I knew taking care of my teeth was very important. How would I eat without them? I’d perfected making my own toothbrushes and making a paste just like all the other things I had to create from the wild. “I’m Rusty, the Beta of Venom. How lucky are you,” he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek.