Nick Jonas Teeth Novels & Stories

I shook my head. "Goddamn it Jane, open your mouth." I tiredly shook my head again, Jonas grabbed my cheeks and puckered them so my mouth opened. He shoved his fingers in and I gagged as they hit the back of my throat and he closed my mouth. "Suck them Jane." I looked at him with wide eyes before shaking my head again, he used the knife to make a slash down my arm. I cried and tried to scream but his fingers were still in my mouth. I gave up and sucked them.

Nikki cried out and that was the first crack in my ruse. Jonas looked at Tatum and said, “Well did you see anything you liked? Oh and by the way I obviously don’t wear panties. I go commando for easy access.” and he winked. Tatum looked confused and all I could think is I really must have missed one hell of a show. “What?” Tatum replied and scratched his head, the confusion clear.

He looks around, then spots Aiden and softens visibly. “He’s… smaller than I thought,” Jonas says, like he’s disappointed and fascinated at the same time. “That’s because he’s not a linebacker yet,” Cole replies. Jonas shrugs. “He could be.” Then Jasmin walks in. Sixteen, long hair, eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, posture radiating pure teenage disdain. She takes one look at the decorations and sighs like she’s been personally wronged by Winnie the Pooh. “Oh my God,” she mutters. “It’s… yellow.”

Focused. His right hand reached for the floor. No alarm triggered. But in the control room, Shade noticed the change. “Eyes on Med-A,” she said, voice low. Sophie leaned in beside her. “What’s he doing?” The camera feed zoomed in. Jonas, crouched now, was dragging something sharp across the smooth metal flooring. A piece of glass — small, curved, possibly from a shattered data casing near the intake unit. He was carving. Letters.

Gripping his hair tightly I pulled his bloodied face up to meet mine. “I... I was just foll… following orders," he stammered, his voice barely audible over his heavy breathing. My grip on Jonas tightened, my anger boiling over. "Orders?" I spat, my voice filled with such venom I could taste it. "You expect me to believe that? You think that justifies the pain and suffering you inflicted on innocent people?" On FUCKING CHILDREN!” Jonas winced in pain, his eyes pleading for mercy. "I... I didn't know the extent of what was happening," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "I was just a pawn in a much larger game."

Perfect. The tattoo stickers went in my neck and the tops of my chest, and the mole went right beneath my nose. I fixed the head gear, too, then finally turned to the mirror. I looked both intimidating and homely, like someone who would offer you a poisoned bowl of broth. I nodded, then pushing everything back into the bag, I went straight down. Jonas was waiting for me, and he handed me a small phone.

Furiously I bare my teeth and forget everything about who I am, attacking the door. "Okay, time out for you till you can behave". Jonas says with a laugh, walking away again. I fall down on all four, howling in pain as my whole body contracts in cramps. After the third one my lungs expel the last air, and regain their human size. My vision goes black and I collapse. *Jonas* When the shed goes silent, I walk over to peek inside. "Are you awake, kid ?" When there is no answer I unlock the door and drag his unconscious body inside.

His thick brown hair stuck to my arm and tickled. Jonas' hair used to be black, and so were his eyes. I was a little confused to see that now his hair had become brown and what stood out the most, his eyes had become light brown and bright, which made him look even more handsome and beautiful too. I think Jonas wears contact lenses and they really suit him. He has pearly white skin and warm brownish colors always suit him. Jonas moved slowly and raised his head, rubbing his eyes, when I stroked his hair.

he replied, his tone more playful than deferential. Jonas’ eyes darkened, narrowing in irritation. “Call your buddies and let the party begin,” he growled, taking a long drag from the joint he was smoking. Smoke billowed from his lips, clouding his face as his laughter filled the room. It wasn’t a pleasant sound, it was more of an ominous cackle, the kind that sent shivers down anyone’s spine. He slammed the bonnet of the car shut, his face twisted in malice, his mind already racing with whatever evil plan he had concocted.

He will not win. Then out of nowhere, we hear little miss perfect. Jackie and he nasally voice trying to get James’ attention. “James, baby come to sit down, I’m lonely over here.” That seems to get his attention and is brought back to the here and now and breaks eye contact with me and strolls over to Jackie and her groupies.