Human Toothless Novels & Stories

She smiled brightly at me and I could see a few missing teeth, “almost ruined the plan because of it.” Inhale. Exhale. I clenched my teeth to stop them from chattering, “what plan?”

He pulled, the root tearing free with a wet, ripping sound that made one of the newer men down the line flinch. "Two," Zandrei breathed, holding the larger tooth up to the dim light. "Look at that. A perfect specimen. You have excellent dental hygiene, I'll give you that. It's a shame, really." He tossed it over his shoulder, the clatter as it hit the floor punctuating his words. "Now, for the love of all that is holy, tell me who sent you before I get bored and start on something that isn't as easily replaced." His gaze dropped pointedly to the man's fingers, still curled uselessly against the arms of the chair.

I replied. "Evidently," he replied. "I hope you're having a great time?" "I came to talk to you, and not indulge in this." "Whatever you want to say, you can say it here. I'm all ears," Gold Tooth said. "Work with me. You'll have a prospect of doing better if you work with me," I proposed. Gold Tooth laughed me to scorn, along with his companions. It was as he laughed that I realized why they called him Gold Tooth; one of his canines was a golden tooth.

Thomas sighed and continued, “Everyone, I’ll make a deal with you. I’m willing to spend money to buy these bad people’s teeth. One tooth for one thousand dollars! As long as you bring their teeth to me, I’ll give you the money!” In an instant, the crowd started shifting. They looked at each other and were eager to try. However, they were wary of the Wealth Hunter’s reputation, so they did not quite dare attack. Thomas smiled and said for the final time, “Ten thousand dollars! I’ll pay ten thousand dollars for each of these people’s teeth!” This time, all of them were tempted. Thomas was paying ten thousand dollars for one tooth, and an adult man normally had 28 to 32 teeth. This meant that i

Samir repeated, already leading the way. “And if you don’t brush your teeth, they’ll fall out,” Dev added solemnly. Both boys gasped, hands flying to their mouths. “WHAT?!” “Our teeth are falling out?!” Ashwin blinked. “…They are five, Ishaan.” Ishaan just smirked as the twins panicked in his arms. “If you don’t brush them, yeah. Say goodbye to ice cream forever.” “NOOOO!” As their devastated cries echoed down the hall, Ashwin turned to Dev and Samir, exasperated. “Really?”