Nick Jonas Teeth Novels & Stories

he spat, his voice devoid of any emotion. I clenched my teeth, refusing to comply. I fought against him, my body thrashing like a wild animal caught in a trap, but it was futile. Jonas was a mountain against my storm, immovable and unyielding. In no time, I relaxed in his arms and surrendered, my lips parting to accept the food I hadn’t known my body needed. He covered my mouth, compelling me to eat. "Chew," he commanded.

Jonas Before she could finish her sentence, I threw myself onto her chest. Her beautiful, firm breasts with their erect nipples were a feast for my mouth. I skillfully sucked the flesh of her breast, while teasing the other nipple. - Aaaah... her soft moans told me she loved what I was doing. So, I didn't stop, I continued to bite and pull this tender flesh. - Yes, my darling... don't stop. It feels so good! Hoooo... Jonas....

“Don’t mind him, he might’ve just been jealous that you had use for them and he didn’t.” “Can’t they fit him?” “Probably not, or maybe he just has nothing to put in them…” Xavier glared at her. “What did you say?” Celia shrugged. “Nothing much...moreover, I wasn’t speaking to you, I was speaking to… what’s your name?” The boy wiped his eyes and smiled brightly. “Jonas…but mom and dad calls me Naz.” “Nice, can I call you Naz too?” “Yeah! And what should I call you?”

" If you don't answer me I am going to put a bullet through your skull. " " Aren't you going to though, " Jonas sassed and got pistol-whipped for his sassiness?. Jonas's head flew to the side as a blinding excruciating pain filled his head, and something began to drip down his forehead but he took advantage of that small opening, and before Latinos could react he swept out his foot and cleared his legs from under him which sent him to the floor and the gun flying off his hand to a distance. Jonas climbed over him and began to punch him over the face. He got in several hits before Latinos were able to throw him off him. His nose was bleeding, one of his eyes swollen, his lips split and bleedi

As a young wolf so far from home and everyone I had known, just one familiar face would have helped. Now that we are in close proximity to The Blue Moon Bar and Grill, we stop. ‘Go into the bar and see if Canagan is working tonight. You should be able to smell him Jonas, I am of his blood. Check if Blake or Bleiz are there, I don’t want to fight.’ Jonas shifts into his human form and keeps to the shadows of the forest he circles the car park. He searches for a car that might hold some clothes to wear. I see him sneak up to an old, red family wagon and try the driver’s door, it squeaks open. Jonas slips inside and reappears a few minutes later dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt, with sneaker

Lena went in alone. Jonas sat on a metal chair, cuffs on his wrists, ankles chained to a ring in the floor—not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind him he wasn’t going anywhere. He’d taken off his coat and draped it neatly over the back of the chair as if they were about to have coffee instead of an interrogation. He smiled as she entered. Not smug. Not frightened. Something worse. Knowing. “Speaker Quinn,” he said. “Or should I say—Horizon’s executioner?”

Steel and polished black marble gleamed under the sunlight, and my reflection stared back at me like a dark silhouette: a sharp jaw that I had inherited from my father, and chocolate brown eyes of my mother, which were missing her usual warmth. My short black hair was brushed back, leaving not a single hair out of place. The tailored black suit fit me perfectly, the smooth fabric hugging my broad shoulders. “No matter what you say, Xeros! Your fiancée certainly knows how to shine.” Jonas pushed off the doorframe, strolling casually into my office with his hands inside his pockets. His reflection joined mine in the glass, standing slightly behind me, and the complete opposite of me in every m

I beckoned Jonas to go near me. "Why, love?" He panicked upon my sudden outburst. "Come here! Look how cute his teeth are!" I showed to Jonas Uno's little teeth. They haven't come out yet fully. "Awe, so cute!" I blurted out. "Wow," he chuckled. "Fiel has teeth too, right?" "Yes, love. He was too early to have teeth." Fiel was still six months old but his teeth has peeked out already. It was adorable too. And now, he has teeth on his upper gum too.

This time, I welcomed his weight above me. Jonas grabbed my bra right away and unhooked it. I let out a gasp when he did it, and then he shocked me with 1,000 volts of electricity. One at a time, Jonas is passionately sucking my firm tits. His groans were mixed with adrenaline rush as he purposefully tore away the last bit of fabric I still had on. My body instinctively twitched in pleasure because of what he did.

“Typhon ?” “What are you doing? This is a disaster. And you …,” I say to Fire Moon, who hasn’t made a sound, but her face says it all, "... Stop laughing." Jonas emerges from behind the bush, his clothes liberally streaked with dirt, “I'm fixing your garden.” “You're fixing my ... You're what? This doesn't look the least bit fixed to me.” “It's not going to look so wonderful until I finish with my work, but when I do .…”