Nail Biting Cartoon Novels & Stories

She blinked immediately. “Huh?” I pointed toward her hands. “That.” Her eyes dropped instantly. “Oh.” And somehow she still looked confused. “The nail biting,” I clarified flatly. “Oh…” She quickly pulled her fingers away from her mouth. For exactly three seconds. Then her thumb drifted right back toward her teeth unconsciously. I stared at her in disbelief. “Do you always behave like this?” Her eyes widened. “L-like what?” “Like a frightened stray waiting to be kicked.” Silence.

She broke one off, peeled it, and offered it to her without a word. Narine looked at the banana like it might bite her. But she took it. Cautiously, she brought it to her lips and bit off a small piece. I saw the exact moment it hit her taste bud, the faint widening of her eyes, and the flicker of surprise that passed over her face. Then the bites got bigger. Hasmik, wide-eyed with joy, passed her another one, already peeled. This time, Narine didn't hesitate. She bit through the soft fruit in seconds and reached for the next without even realizing it.

She smirks, “Told you, he thinks it’s hot.” Eva grins, “It might well be, but you did very well on your second attempt.” Celine inclines her head politely, “Why, thank you, Luna.” Then she grabs a carrot stick from her plate, “Interesting fact; did you know it’s as easy to bite through a finger as it is a carrot?” She bites down and it snaps easily and loudly. George licks his lips, and she winks at him. A moment later, diffusing the sexual tension, Nate comes over to join them, bowing to the table before sitting.

Living without a man in a house does give you many advantages and sitting bra less is one of them. "What is it?", he asked searching my eyes. I bit my finger nails for a second. It was a nasty habit I thought I was over it. I used to chew my finger nails right before I was giving any presentation. Charlie helped me quit it. My fingers were raw with blisters from constant nail biting. Living with Ella had given me some emotional scars and anxiety is one of it. It was not bad enough to require medication but hard enough to hurt nails in every finger. "You are not wearing anything underneath it?", he asked and I responded to that question like deer caught on head lights.

She's actually crazy... The Stable hand’s repeated mutters grow louder and more convulsive. Her thumb enters her mouth as she chews it mercilessly. I swear I can hear the sound of her teeth crunching on flesh. When she drops her hand from her mouth, I realise she is missing a nail. There is no blood, but her thumb looks badly hurt. Did...did she chew her nails out? Isn't that crazy? The sound of a door shutting calls her attention. She stiffens, and without warning, she turns and runs in the opposite hallway.

Marie watched the share price of her company move in an increasingly sinister direction on her computer screen. She kept tapping the pen she had been holding for two hours to calm herself down, which had become a habit whenever she felt anxious. In the past, when she was a child and always got worried easily, she grew a bad habit of biting her nails, making her mother angry. Her mother thought it was a bad habit that would damage her nails and not good for a woman to built that bad habit as her mother was a traditional woman who thought that woman should act just like society always told her. So her mother taught her to transfer the bad habit to another place, tapping things, just like the p

I said as she was skipping her way to the so called nail station that Angie had set up in front of the TV. Her favorite cartoon show was still on, and she quickly sit down on the lush pillows giving me her out stretched hands. We were laughing to her cartoon as I did her nails, her chubby little hands were just too cute as I gave her my best work for the purple glitter nail polish. She giggled excitedly, when I finished with her nails. "Don't tell aunt Angie, but you do better nails than her. Thank you...Thank you...Thank you!" She gave me her little hug, making my heart sighed in delight.

“What did you burn down this time?” “Nothing,” they said, affronted. “We drew you.” That was, in its own way, more alarming. They slapped the comic down on the table. Naomi, already sitting there with a mug of coffee, leaned over eagerly. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “I have never loved anything more.” The first panel showed a stick‑figure version of me with extremely dramatic hair, standing on a boulder, arms raised. My eyes were enormous circles with jagged lines coming out—lightning, maybe.

Especially since Cayden also bit the other end of Pocky! He started to nibble and I couldn't chew! Pest! My heart is almost racing because of the nervousness! He is nibbling it faster than usual! The bird is excited! He did not complain about why I am not nibbling. All I need to do is not be the first one to pull out, I will hold until the end! He's getting closer and closer so I'm swallowing my saliva. Pucha, what's happening to me? Why am I drooling? I only know a crazy dog ​​that drools.

I clear my throat. “Should be my turn, right?” I breathed. Nikolas chuckled and bare his neck to me. Looking at his vein pulsating lightly, I gulp down. It’s been a while I had bitten someone, so that was making me doubt myself. “Is something wrong?” Nikolas asked with worried. I turn my attention to him. “No, it’s… It’s that I haven’t bitten someone in a while,” I explained. Nikolas smirked. “Is that correct?” Nikolas said sarcastically.