Invisible Line Teeth Novels & Stories

Then Qin Haodong started to extract the tooth. Robben asked nervously, "Mr. Qin, what kind of tools will you need for the tooth extraction?" Qin Haodong stretched out his hands and smiled, "These are my tools." "Extract a tooth without any tools?" Robben looked at him with disbelief and asked, "Do I need some anesthetic first?" "Well, no. There's nothing I need. It's easy and fast for me and it doesn't hurt." Then Qin Haodong took the silver needles and put them into the major acupuncture points on his face in an instant.

He was tall so he blocked the sunlight in my direction. He sat beside me, giving me a better view of his face. He has amber eyes that fit his pointed long nose and pinkish lips. Its cheeks are also red. Is he lip tint so his cheek is red? Lintek to Verine! Maybe that’s just normal. I noticed its long lashes. Her black hair also looks soft. “Here.” He then promised to present his camera. He showed me his shot. My eyes widened. Hmm… he took a beautiful picture.

My mind whirls, torn between the need to know and the fear of what I might find. I take a deep breath and slowly lift the lid. Inside, nestled on black velvet, are two sharp, canine teeth. They glint under the dim light, mocking me with their stark, unsettling beauty. I freeze, my pulse pounding so loudly it drowns out every thought. Why does he have these? And whose teeth are they?

My anger flared instantly. I smiled coldly even though he couldn’t see it. “My teeth aren’t getting off unless I want them to.” Silence. Then the line went dead.

He shook his head. He finished brushing his teeth. He spit the foam in the sink and cleaned his toothbrush. He put his brush in the cup where I usually place my toothbrush. I just realized that we have a matching toothbrush, his is white and mine is black, obviously. He grabbed my mouthwash and gargle. He turned around and shows me his teeth. They are a white as it is. He proudly shows a two thumbs up on me.

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.

Edges brushed with pale violet. He grinned. The corner of his mouth tugged sideways, a canine flashing. His face wasn't used to the expression. Too many years since he'd used it. When the muscles of his cheekbone pulled upward, the lines at the corners of his eyes bunched together like cracked earth. But his teeth were white. The canine was sharper than the rest. It glinted in the sun. Reg stared at him. "Dad, what are you smiling at."

But I knew whαt I sαw. And then his mouth opened αs if he wαs trying to tαlk‚ but whαt I sαw wαsn't normαl either. His teeth‚ no‚ just one of them‚ looked long‚ shαrp. Α fαng? It looked like it grew then shrαnk bαck instαntly‚ like α glitch. "Ryαn‚ whαt the fuck is going on—" "Leαve." He sαid it quietly αt first.

A sharp gut-wrenching pain cut across my whole emotional being, demanding to be let out, demanding to be felt. " You won't cry, you won't cry," I repeated in my head. After he was done, he stepped back to look at his nice work and flashed an evil grin. Just like that, he walked past me, making sure he bumped my shoulder. " You could be the grand pauper of lies, but nobody ever crosses me and comes out with 34 teeth," he whispered. Did he have to remind me that I had two extra teeth? He found out, perhaps he did, and this was his own vendetta.

He tapped another section of the page. The snake was the palest blue with darker markings on its body. The snake right beside that one, looked like it was trying to intercept the line. The second snake was a dark indigo, almost black. Faint silver etchings covered its body. "Okay," I said. "What does that signify?" "When looked at with more than human eyes, you will notice that the line is not actually unsteady. But rather, a weaving of reds, oranges, yellows, and the thinnest black line. The line has been braided."