Sweet Tooth Good Dentist Novels & Stories

I blinked at her but decided that her strange attitude wasn’t as important as making sure my smothering parents who believe I might drop dead any day if I am left with my devices for too long don’t end up having me take care of them in their respective wards, I stood up hoping to revisit the discussion later. *** I can still remember the decadent taste of the chocolate melting in my mouth while I hide in a dark corner scared that mom will find me and give me so much trouble. I had been specifically asked to stay off sweets for a week by my dentist because of my sweet tooth which resulted in a teeth ache.

I asked the moment I stood in front of him. "Why are you always insulting me? I told you I was not overeating. That's a foul, you know," he complained. "We just finished the meeting, okay? I made them sign our contract, and I am eating to celebrate it. What's wrong with it?" He added. "I know you ate sweets already for lunch, and now you are eating again. Your teeth will be full of cavities soon." I answered, warning him. "Don't worry too much. I have the best dentist in the world." he replied before eating the buns.

"Don't stop. I won't know how to comfort you if you stop." She would always eat sweets whenever she was in a bad mood. After so many years, it had become a habit. Even if she were to stop taking sweets, it was not something that would happen with just a declaration. "But you can't overeat it. You'll have cavities." Yves snorted. "So you do know sweets can cause cavities. My teeth are already falling off from all this sweetness. Please find a professional driver next time. Don't ask a single man."

Just looking at the boxes makes me crave them! I can even remember how it tastes in my mouth! I don’t know if I can fight this desire! “Madam.” There, just when I was struggling between the promise I made to myself and my strong sudden craves, the cashier suddenly called me from the counter. She pouts and points at the DeLafees with her lips, “You’ll get a 10% discount for that if you have a Sweet Toothie membership.” she said. It seems like she is aware that I was struggling because of the high price of the chocolates.

she replied as she started with one of the chocolates. "Come here! You're so good. I've bought you chocolate, so you can go. Come with me first." Jessica smiled and approached. She placed herself back on her husband's lap. Morgan shook his head. She didn't like those sweet, melt-in-the-mouth foods. Her teeth were sensitive to sweets, so she didn't want to feel the pain when her teeth throbbed as a child. "Just one," Jessica said, biting the chocolate she hadn't eaten in her mouth.

"You should eat one too. The second brother tells you whatever. Don't worThe second cond brother often lie Claireaise smiled, peeled off the candy, and put it straight into the mouth of the teenager next to her, if you don't eat it, you will regret it. "So sweet!" "It's delicious, isn't it? Don't worry I still have the bag." Kito looked at the bag of candy and couldn't help but sweat, the young master who ate all of this didn't have tooth decay and also got diabetes. You know why there is such an order because your young master likes to eat sweets. When he opened his eyes in the morning, he found a delicious small cake, if not for the housekeeper Len to come down in time, he would have eaten

He thought, ‘It turns out that showing off my son is so fun. When he got off work in the evening, he even brought the little guy a cream cake. This was Helma's favorite. If Smiley shared his Mama’s taste, he would love it too. Unfortunately, he got scolded by Helma even before Smiley got to the cake—young children should not eat too many sweets… this could easily damage their teeth… Smiley looked at the cake eagerly. Finally, with all his willpower, he managed to sneak in a small lick.

The entire kitchen smells like warm apple pie, and I lick my lips, seeing the vanilla sauce dripping from it. I immediately dig in, stopping to lift a questioning brow at Daria when I notice she isn't eating. "I'm not much for apples and cinnamon these days. I can no longer enjoy the sugary flavor of sweets that I once found addicting," Daria explains to me in a quiet voice. "The chemotherapy seems to have changed my taste buds, which sucks." I give her a pained smile. "I'm so sorry to hear that." "Yeah, it's sad, but at least there is more pie for you."

"It is entropy attacking my calcium structures. The Architect is dissolving me one tooth at a time. It has begun." "It's not the Architect, Cale. It's sugar. It's the Froot Loops. And the pie. And the chocolate you hide in your desk drawer." "Sugar is a corrosive agent," Cale agreed miserably. "I have poisoned myself." "We need to go to the dentist." "No," Cale said instantly. "Absolutely not." "Yes." "No. I do not do dentists." "You've never been to a dentist?" "I never needed to," Cale explained. "In previous timelines, my enamel was impervious. It regenerated. If a tooth was damaged, the timeline reset before the nerve died. Now... it is porous. It is weak. It is human."

Every movement felt like a promise. I remembered the way Amber’s face used to light up whenever I let her taste the frosting, her lips covered in white cream as she laughed. I added less sugar as opposed to normal this time. She had always had a sweet tooth, and I have no doubt that she would’ve loved for it to be sweeter. But now without me next to her, I cannot help but worry about her getting cavities, wondering if anyone else was paying enough attention to notice. It was such a small thing, but it was still my way of taking care of her.