Cristiano Ronaldo Teeth Novels & Stories

No one knows how the real Christian Miller looked like untill that day. This day, not only did Christian decided to reveal his face, he also received a global award as the best designer. Christian can be considered handsome in a rugged way. His crooked nose and his broad looking body resembles a street fighter. But his refined clothing and styling masked that edge and made him look stylish. His olive coloured skin is polished with a tint of makeup. One of his front tooth is missing which he replaced with a platinum teeth. All the media persons are snapping their cameras like crazy to take as many pictures as possible.

Dark as black. The sides of his face were tattooed with a dreadful image of a human skull with a single red rose flower in it’s mouth... the stalk of the rose flower running straight into his pinna. He wore diamond earrings - they lined up at the edges of his pinna (outer ear). His teeth was surprisingly pure white and well arranged. With two golden incisors clearly visible. He looked like the word 'fear' in capital letters. Then he was as huge as the devil himself.

he asked, his voice low, the warmth from moments ago suddenly replaced by something colder. I swallowed, feeling a knot tighten in my throat as I searched for an excuse. “I… I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” I knew it sounded ridiculous, but it was the first thing that came to mind. I forced myself to look away, hoping he wouldn’t press further. Cristiano’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze flicking down to my half-eaten breakfast. “But you’re already eating,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of anger.

From the way Ronald continued to tug at my hair, and even pushing his c*ck further into my mouth, it was obvious he didn't care about the awkwardness just as I didn't. "Thinking about something else when you have me here? Seems like you aren't getting enough as you should." This was more like the only warning I got before more of his c*ck was pushed into my mouth, and then hitting the back of my throat and blocking my airway. Breathing through my nose in this position was all shades of uncomfortability and I let out a small whimper, staring at Ronald through my watery gaze. Rather than feeling sorry or speaking, Ronald smiled from above me, letting me see his full set of white teeth in displ

And for a moment— Just one moment— The ache in my chest dulled. Then— The door burst open. A loud creak slicing through everything. Ronaldo was yanked back suddenly. Rough. “What the hell—?”

I say, and watch as a mischievous grin spreads over his face. But then we hear tiny footsteps approaching and I push him back before slipping off the counter again just as Nereo enters the kitchen. He sees the two of us together and smiles a toothy grin… only one of his front teeth is missing. “Nereo! What happened?” I ask, rushing to him and getting on my haunches. His grin only seems to grow more, but I don’t see any blood in his mouth. “I kicked a ball in the garden and it hit a tree too hard,” he says with a frown, then he holds up his tooth. “The ball bounced back into my face and broke my tooth! Will the tooth fairy come to me tonight?”

She was holding his toothbrush. “Oh,” he said. “What is this? This is, like, some fancy metal—” “Titanium,” Christian said. “You have a titanium toothbrush? And . . .” She looked through his medicine cabinet. “And nail clippers and . . . some trimmer and . . . What is this?”

" This guy, even though he was kneeling on the ground looking up at Woody like an insignificant ant, somehow managed to give off the impression that he was actually considering Woody to be the ant. It looked like he was completely confident in defeating Woody! Briella also scoffed and said, "I thought you were so impressive, but in the end, you still had to submit to us. "Ronaldo, the time for revenge has come. What are you waiting for? "Woody, I command you to stay still and not fight back, or I'll shoot!" Ronaldo immediately jumped up, gripping a piece of rebar in his left hand that he had found from who knew where, and used it like the Judge's Brush.

When he smiled, the silver grills on his teeth caught the light. Who is he? Calla wondered. Whoever the man was, one thing was clear... Rico was furious that he dared to show up here.

He looked like a biker even though he wore a thousand-dollar suit. I ran my tongue over my flat teeth. Shit! I squeezed my jaw, trying to make them drop. I peeked at the table of Council members remembering Kaniji saying I didn't even know how to retract my teeth. Remembering pissed me off, and Tony was doing something behind my back pissed me off more. That did it! My teeth dropped. I ran my tongue over them happily.