Nick Jonas Three Front Teeth Novels & Stories

LISA'S POV Jonas bumps into my hip, shoving me rather unceremoniously to one side to stand in front of the mirror, the moment he comes back into the bathroom. He places his bowtie around his neck, it hangs limply and undone. "Do you think you could do this? I might need some help." I playfully glared at him for his earlier actions. "I can't apply makeup and you think I'll know how to knot a bowtie? You're asking the wrong person, sweetheart."

I finally do, feeling a flush of shame wash over me. "Boo!" He jolts toward me, managing to keep the plates steady atop the platter. I let out a short, high-pitched shriek and grip the arms of my chair tightly, as if jolted by electricity. "Meet Jonas," Dean introduces. "He looks intimidating, but he has the best sense of humor for someone who doesn't have a tongue."

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

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.”

Then he smiled, the gap where he was missing his two front teeth a dark hole in a shining, bright face. “Sorry, mister,” he said with an adorable lisp. I was instantly charmed. I smiled back. “Don’t worry about it, son.”

he said out of nowhere. “Who?” I asked, smiling. Then he began to take out the cap, hair, glasses, and fake teeth. Then I saw a scar on his jaw. “Jake!” I gasped. “Hi Nora,” he smiled.

I'm pretty sure my uterus just saluted. I snatch the card, cheeks blazing, "You're insufferable." He grins with full teeth. The same elongated canines as Jax, must be the same dentist? "Welcome back, Frankie."

Damion reached across, taking the folder from him. "What? You weren't going to read it." He said, flipping it open and passed over a picture. Jayce's face twisted in disgust at the image of the man. His blonde hair was short and flat, with pale blue eyes and freckles dotting across his nose and cheeks, but his smile left dread in the pit of his stomach. Bleached white smile, but his canines were slightly thinner and sharper, just slightly longer than the rest of his teeth, but no one would have noticed on first glance. He sure as Hell did.

She asked without preamble. "We just finished. We're about to go home. And about Dr. Gladwin, he seems like a madman today. Since the start of the workday, he's been smiling to himself," Jonas replied honestly. He placed the phone on top of the locker in speaker mode while he was wearing his jeans.

Ruby put together a sentence: "Can I have a uniform?" Jonas' eyes sparkled as he looked at the object in his hand. When it caught the light completely, Ruby hurried to the lobby desk. "Hi, Mr. Jonas? Can you hear me?" Ruby said with a gummy smile. The fat man with a big mustache stood up, dropping his puzzle book. Rows of Ruby's gums were cut as soon as his smile broke. Mr. Jonas looked straight ahead and picked up a set of clothes from under the table. Then he handed Ruby the milk-white uniform with an extended collar.