Invisible Line Teeth Novelas e Histórias

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."

he seemed to be deciding how much of this to give me — “who else am I going to tease?” I laughed. Not the polite, managed version — the real one, the sudden kind, and I saw the exact moment he saw my teeth because his expression did the thing. That specific, arrested look — the one that made me feel like I had accidentally shown him something he wasn’t supposed to see. “How do you have teeth like that?” he said. I composed myself. “Are you provoking me right now?” “I’m asking a genuine question.” “At least I don’t have a profile picture where my mouth is lacks a set of teeth ,” I said. “Unlike some people.”

Kai scrunched his face in concentration, and slowly, the fangs retracted, blending seamlessly into normal human teeth. Koa struggled a bit, his fangs still slightly exposed. Ishaan sighed and gently tapped his chin. “Relax your jaw. Imagine your teeth shrinking.” Koa took a deep breath and, after a moment, his fangs receded. Ishaan smirked. “Good boys.” Kai beamed. “Are we gonna tell Mommy?” Ishaan flicked his forehead lightly. “No. Ashwin doesn’t need to know.” Koa pouted. “Why?”

His eyes glowed green, They were beautiful but most certainly inhumanly green contacts. He had a beautiful white smile and his K-9 teeth were more pronounced. His black dress shirt was tucked into his black slacks. The shirt opened half way, exposing his chest. He was mixed, His dark tan skin looked smooth and shiny with sweat, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was confirmed.

Careful not to brush against his hand again, I lean in and look into his mouth, checking the rest of his teeth, but not seeing a single thing that worries me. “Do you have any history of teeth grinding or ice chewing?” As I look at his teeth, I can see the answer is no on both accounts. He confirms my thoughts with a quick shake of his head. “That damage seems minimal, and I'm confident that we can quickly fix this. Because of the type of crack that it is, I'm reasonably certain bonding is a good way to go.” I'm still peering into his mouth, and I can feel his fingertips gently brush my leg as I stand over him. My gaze ticks to his, and I can't help but wonder if he's doing this on purpose.

For instance: if I don’t release the tension building in my body soon, I’m gonna grind my back teeth to powder. It’s worth it, though—the dull ache in my gut; the pounding in my temples. The way my muscles strain against my bones, all fired up and ready for action. It’s worth it to ignore all those signals and hold still, be the perfect gentleman all night, so I can sit here in this booth and soaking up the sight of Waverly chewing her pencil. “You’ll get graphite on your tongue.” My boot nudges hers beneath the table. Waverly blinks at me, then looks down at the tooth marks in her pencil. “Oh. Oops. Have I got any…?”

No. That wasn't right. Lina's dentition was perfect-perfect. I had complimented it countless times, admired her flawless, symmetrical teeth. She had always laughed about never needing braces, her smile radiant, polished, unblemished. But this... this crooked lower tooth? Something was off. I didn't react. I didn't blink. I kept walking like my bones weren't turning to ice, like my chest didn't feel like it had just dropped a few floors. I told myself to breathe, slowly, to act normal, to not let them see my panic.

His excitement is nuclear, impossible to ignore. Nathan scrapes his teeth together into a fierce, proud grimace. “Look!” Two perfect rows of tiny teeth glint up at me like half-size Tic Tacs pressed into a line. I freeze, unsure whether to celebrate or panic. Cole sees the hesitation and intervenes. One enormous finger presses lightly against a slightly wobbly tooth, nudging it almost imperceptibly.

’ That thought arrived completely calm, which probably said something about the state I was in. And then I saw it happen to the second one too. The same shift — his eyes bleeding from whatever color they'd been before into a striking, almost electric blue. Bright, cold and endless which felt like looking at deep water from above and not being able to see the bottom. His teeth, when I caught a glimpse of them, matched the first … sharp, precise. And at both sides of his head, just barely visible, the faintest outline of something that curled upward like a horn.