Cutting Teeth Novels & Stories

"Well, I do!" Before Noah could raise the iron mortar again, Francis reached across the counter. Noah flinched, bracing for a strike, but Francis didn't grab him. Instead, Francis’s large, calloused hand gently cupped the back of Noah's neck, forcing him to duck down just as a sharp, ozone-scented pop echoed through the room.

I smirked internally at my evil plan, I allowed him push deeper into my throat before wrapping my teeth around his layer and sinking it right in. His moaned grew wide turning to a scream as my action gave satisfying result. I left my teeth sunk in there, pressing it harder. “Bitch!” His painful voice hollered before he smack my head forcefully tearing his dick away from my mouth. His steps staggered away from me, as blood spilled down from his dick. I had successfully invented a cut on him with my teeth, it went deeper when he forcefully ripped himself away from me. My tongue stuck licking off the blood that rolled down my bursted lip, the pain I earned from his hard smack.

She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned her neck back as it had started cramping. After a while, she bent her head and began chewing the rope from her shoulders. Her teeth began to hurt from too much chewing as the rope was also very hard. She kept chewing and spitting and after reaching halfway, paused to catch her breath. She resumed the process until she finally cut the rope with her teeth.

His face was red, his little fists clenching my robe as he writhed in my arms, drool soaking my shoulder. “Shhh, baby, shhh,” I whispered, rocking him. But he wasn’t calming. His gums rubbed furiously against the edge of my finger when I slipped it into his mouth. Then I felt it. Sharp. Hard. A tiny tooth pushing through. “Oh, baby,” I gasped, kissing his damp curls. “You’re teething. That’s why.” His cries grew louder, shrill and aching. His tiny hands tangled in my hair, yanking hard until tears sprang to my eyes. “Ow—Elian!”

They all began to clap quickly, and the boy snorted with laughter, his hot chocolate nearly rolling out from his nostrils. He put down his mug and blew out his candles in one swift motion. His mother smiled warmly when she saw her baby boy blowing out the last flame, a small pout gracing the little boy's cherubic face as he sighed, then without wasting any further time took the plastic knife and cut himself the first slice, shoving it all into his mouth, another round of laughter and clapping erupted, filling the room and making his ear to ring, and as he smiled up from stuffing his face full with cake, his eyes bulged and mouth gaped open. The cakes still lodged into his mouth began to slow

And my demons jump in happiness. “You don't have to scream so loud, we are just starting, fucker,” I say darkly. I use the plier to pluck out another tooth before setting it aside. The man is thrashing in pain and it's funny because I'm not done with him. Now it's time to cut off that tongue he ran against me.

CHARLOTTE With the blanket covering my bare chest firmly secured under my arms, I ran my tongue over my upper teeth and winced a little when my canines dug into the soft skin and left a cut. My new teeth were way too sharp to constantly be in my mouth, but I still hadn’t figured out a way to retract them. I slipped a hand into my mouth and ran my index finger over one, tracing it from the gum to the sharp point with fascination. The door opened, and I turned slightly to see Reigh approaching with a glass of water.

“She's having her first tooth. Come here and see it.” She felt happy and excited. She eagerly went beside Miracle and looked. Dr. Marissa showed her Miracle's gum and noticed it was swelling as a white thing was starting to display. It was indeed a Miracle's first tooth. She couldn't wait to inform Aiden about it. “Oh my! Look, little angel, you'll gonna have your tooth soon. Your Dad will be happy about it for sure, ” she said, caressing Miracle's tiny arm. The swinging toys above must fascinate her as she stopped crying.

he said, pouting. “No, honey,” I said, trying to hold my laughter. “Look, those teeth had to go so your permanent ones can grow in.” “But I’ve lost them already,” he said seriously. “Yes, you did, sweetheart, but these are the final ones.” He thought for a second, then nodded. “Okay, Mummy.” “Good. I’ll get you ice cream because you’re now becoming a big boy,” I said, kissing his forehead. “Okay!” he said, grinning, or at least trying to, with the missing teeth.

“Just through these first couple months so that they’re stronger, then it kind of evens out. But yeah…he’s going to start getting teeth soon.” “What?” I gasp, appalled and looking up at Sinclair. “He’s too little for that!” “Sorry, love,” Sinclair murmurs, kissing my hair. “Our little pup needs his fangs.” “Well,” I sigh, turning to the room when Sinclair tugs me in that direction. “As soon as those show up, I am done breastfeeding.” Sinclair laughs with me as we make our way to the door. But both of us grow serious as we pass through it, because while we’re certainly able to distract ourselves for a few minutes?