Jaden Smith Teeth Novels & Stories

Digging his hand in, he grabbed a handful and shoved them into his mouth, positioning the binoculars in front of his eyes. Crumbs spilled across his lap as he chewed, his focus locked on Jaxon’s large, see-through window. A smirk tugged at his lips when he spotted him—standing in clear view, right beside Alex. “Well, hello there.” He grinned, revealing a set of rotten teeth, the decay stark against his darkened gums.

“He’s already awake and loud. It’s only eight.” Theron smirked, yawning. “And he’s about to get louder. Better brace yourself.” By the time I reached the bathroom, Jaden was at the sink, brushing his teeth, still singing a made-up tune about a superhero and a dragon. The foam bubbled around his mouth, and he waved the toothbrush like a baton, orchestrating his own morning symphony. I grinned, kneeling slightly to meet his eye. “Morning, little maestro,” I said.

Except he didn't take after Alexander's cold aloof attitude and intimidating bossy face. But you could say he has the same dark silk hair and icy grey eyes as Alexander. Though his face was a little pale with cherry pink thin lips and v-shaped face, it was seductive at the same time. What he doesn't understand is why Tina called him ugly when he was no way close to being one. "Anyways, you can enjoy your stay here. I'm leaving". "Wait!. Please don't leave yet Tina". Jaden panicked and said since he pretty much heard what Tina said as he was listening to her from three metres away.

His teeth were a dark shade of yellow, with one of the front teeth broken at the tip and some of his teeth gone. She could feel the goose pimples emerging out from her skin. It was not just about looks. It was the sudden change that unnerved her. Nothing showed that this was the handsome young man she fell for years back. The John she knew was stunning with a flashy set of teeth. His lips were a perfect shade of peach. How it turned so hideously black was just unfathomable. He was well-groomed back in those days. He took hygiene seriously back then but had that been all a façade?

I dare not ask Janus if he knows how Alpha Zared feels about me still being wolfless. My hair is now thick, shiny and wavy. I’ve developed all the desirable female curves. My body is toned after the many hours spent training with Janus, yet supple and soft due to the yoga. But all my beauty fades the moment I smile or speak; my mouth is still almost toothless. The few teeth I have are still discoloured and crooked. I will have an old ladies mouth until my wolf shows up and is strong enough to grant me new teeth.

He had a small nose, slightly upturned and rosy cheeks which gave him a perpetually cheerful look. “Hi, Drew,” he replied, a smug look on his face. When he smiled, his missing tooth was revealed, making me giggle slightly. I'd lost my two front tooth when I was six and mom had always said that I looked quite funny without them. “How old are you? I am guessing you are younger than I am,” I said, trying to strike a conversation with my new little man. “I am seven, how about you? You're probably nine or ten, you look really tall.”

she chastised herself and rose to her feet. She walked up to the mirror and put on a clinical smile to inspect her teeth. The orthodontist had done an amazing job, she had to confess. Her front teeth were just a hair bigger than their neighbors, but not in the comical way they had been for most of her short life. They were straight and whiter than white, just like all of her teeth, and still... she couldn't help thinking she looked like a beaver.

"Whatever you say, mom. Let's get these darn things out of my mouth now." I needed to change the subject. Talking about Jeremy makes his absence surface. "Mom, can we have Mr. Davis over for dinner? I think Jeremy would like to know his father is being looked after." Mom smiles, and I see her pearly white teeth. Her teeth are smooth and don't have any silver braces on them. I can't wait to get these out of my mouth. They poke my teeth and tear my mouth to shreds from my top teeth to my bottom ones.

“Hey, you headin’ out?” “Yeah, I gotta go home and get ready for a party this evening.” “Good. You should have some fun. You’ve earned it.” “I have?” she said in a playfully, high-pitched tone. He smiled, showing his sparkling teeth. He had one front tooth that was slightly crooked, but it added to his surfer boy charm. “I do appreciate all the work you’ve done on this. I promise you it will be worth it.” “It better be,” she said with a grin.

0 but broader and has raven black hair but this time around he had little gold highlights at the well-trimmed ends. His muscles stood out in the shirt he wore and he wore blue jeans looking like an athlete. The man looked like a bag full of sweets and smoothie's. Why do I have to use sweets as a perfect reference? I'm so weird. "I'm here to get some takeoff." I replied biting on my bottom lip. His gaze felt like he wanted to gobble me on the table. "You love smoothies that much?" He asked as his mint breath fanned my face.