Nothing But Blackened Teeth Summary Novels & Stories

“FEROCIOUS TIGER!” Quan was sure the neighboring class was not earless. Dark History started only fifteen minutes ago and is as chaotic as it is now. For the gods' sake, she loved Mr. Kei and his Dark History. However, couldn't they put an end to this energy-intensive event? “Silver Nation?” Mr. Kei asked again. The stomps of fifty-two students. “FIERCE LIKE A WOLF!” “Black Nation?” “Deadly.” The disciples said the latter in low voices and serious expressions, before they sat back down. The sight would have looked a little scary if Mr. Kei did not laugh and then clapped his hands. However, it turned out that the teacher is not done yet.

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?

Doubting if she is even attracted to me. But Naomi surprises me when her next words leave her mouth. " I'm sorry to say this Mr. Black, but you don't always get to have whatever thing you want. And nothing's gonna make me want you, not even your sleek, sweet, dirty lines." Damn. Talk about a boner killer.

Green bared his teeth and unzipped the mask on the mouth area. “Since forever!” He barked back. “What? Am I not credible enough?” Teal showed her fighting stance. “Do you want to fight me, huh?” White is easily triggered. She rose from her seat and scoffed. “Don’t go crying to my beloved Shadow once I whoop your flat ass.” “Huh! People with no boobs shouldn't open their mouths.” “I swear to god!” Black had already massaged her head. “Ha ha ha ha.” Shadow snorted a laugh.

he said suddenly. The words struck like a thrown knife. I went still. My heart forgot how to beat. “What?” I asked, too quickly. “You’ve seen his teeth,” he continued, as if reciting from a script only he could read. “His eyes gone black. Your own hands clawing at his wrists. The world narrowing to a tunnel. The sound of bone cracking in your neck.” I couldn’t breathe. “How—” I choked. “This isn’t your first try at this life, is it?” he asked softly.

Victor Blackthorne smiled. ⸻ And every instinct in Amara’s body screamed danger. ⸻ The smile wasn’t his. ⸻ Not completely. ⸻ Something else lurked beneath it. Something ancient. Something hungry. ⸻ Darkness curled around him like living smoke. ⸻ The corruption that had once appeared as black veins now covered almost half his body. ⸻ His eyes glowed unnaturally. ⸻ One remained its natural color.

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

Black Ace" Oh thank you daddy. Boss " You're welcome. Once you're done, hurry up and get back to base. Black Ace" Sure thing. Is Dave there? Boss " No, he went home. Black Ace" Awwwn!..(sighs) Okay, I'll be back in a jiffy. (ends call) After ending the call, Elizabeth plugs her ears with ear pods and strolls excitedly as she heads towards the rendezvous point with a strong desire to kill. Next Episode ➡ Crazy killer dame

he hissed in Binge’s ear, “because I’m going to indulge my gluttony to the fullest!” Meanwhile, in a darker corner of Corpsehaven… A battered metal door was ripped off its hinges and flung inward, crashing across the floor. Starving survivors, their cheeks sunken and eyes hollow, scattered to avoid the flying debris. They clung to each other—bodies trembling under the weight of trauma that no one should ever endure. Through the open doorway stepped a group of silent figures clad in sleek black armor, each plate designed for aerodynamic efficiency, every inch infused with glowing core lines that shimmered faintly along the seams. A rare luxury, even for the privileged.

Something mad. I see his tongue probe the inside of his cheek, pressing against something. His jaw clenches. My heart clenches with unease. "Dom—" I start to warn. But Thomas is already moving. With a guttural scream, he wrenches his broken arm upward—bone protruding through torn flesh—and shoves his fingers into his mouth. A wet crack echoes through the clearing as he rips free a fang. The moment it leaves his mouth, the tooth blackens, its surface bubbling like tar under moonlight.