Toothless As A Human Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Too much sugar will make your teeth rot and nobody likes a guy with rotten teeth" TJ frowned, seeming to be in thought, then he asked, "Will baby not like me too?" Aito's brow twitched due to annoyance but he still answered. "Of course. I don't like boys with rotten teeth" "Then take it back" he said, quickly handing Aito the cookie. "I don't want my teeth to rot" Aito was stunned. Did TJ like him so much? What a cute sweet kid. Aito ruffled his dark hair and smiled. "Don't worry. You can have this last one okay?"

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

If Louisa hadn’t called off her lover, I’d be a dead man. And then there was the lovely black eye that Elara had given me. The swelling was already going down, but she had left a rather colorful half-moon under my eye. I couldn’t even be angry about it. If anything, I was proud of it. But when I smiled over the memory of my spicy little mate, I caught sight of the gaps in my teeth. The rest of my body would heal in time, but those teeth were not growing back. I’d need implants. There was absolutely no way I was walking around like some gummy hillbilly, or worse, wearing dentures like a grandpa at thirty. I found myself wondering how long it would be before old Forge handed over the checkbook

What could he possibly spend it on. “Meaning what?” He crossed sinewed forearms over his chest. Making the muscles under shirt bulge. “You always work late, you care too much about being innocuous, you have no social skills. You clearly don’t have much of a life.” He tipped his head back and laughed at that. Revealing perfect, square teeth. Teeth which I couldn’t recall ever seeing before. Did he ever smile at Chase & Walker? Nope. Don’t think so. I decided.

For starters, the bastard may have been as crazy a motherfucker as they came, but he was handsome nonetheless—the kind of man women looked twice at, the kind of man Rebel would be if half his face hadn’t been mauled and maimed beyond recognition by her father. Tall and lean-muscled with light-brown hair slicked back to his head, a thin blade of a nose, and a trimmed, sandy blond beard two shades lighter than his hair, only Solomon’s dark grin ruined his image. The ol’ Brit had never bothered to have his teeth fixed, and a nasty chewing habit he’d taken up as a teen had left his teeth yellowed around the edges. Hideous or not, it was a grin Rebel knew from experience a man didn’t want to see.

she laughed. "That's right. Hockey. A man's sport." He reached into his mouth, and to her surprise, removed his right front tooth and the one beside it. "Where I come from, if you have all your teeth, you weren't really trying." He laughed at her shocked expression as he refit the teeth into his mouth.

he seemed to be deciding how much of this to give me — “who else am I going to tease?” I laughed. Not the polite, managed version — the real one, the sudden kind, and I saw the exact moment he saw my teeth because his expression did the thing. That specific, arrested look — the one that made me feel like I had accidentally shown him something he wasn’t supposed to see. “How do you have teeth like that?” he said. I composed myself. “Are you provoking me right now?” “I’m asking a genuine question.” “At least I don’t have a profile picture where my mouth is lacks a set of teeth ,” I said. “Unlike some people.”

There are too many teeth missing to be sure. “I am no one’s treat, you moron, now go run along back to your friends, before they lose you, we can’t have the ugly one getting lost, now, can we.” I finish as I slowly get to my feet. I have two options right now and they both suck, either get in a fight with this guy and draw attention to myself and get captured or I skip the fight with toothless here and just make a bunch of racket and get myself captured. Yep, option B it is, this jackass isn’t worth my energy.

You had to hand it to the man, he had a sharp eye. “That’s right,” said Flossie. “He’s got big, flat teeth for chomping on grass and leaves. Which is why it won’t be a quick bite and swallow, it’ll take time. Grinding and chomping and making your body nice and soft so he can get yo’ down. Might have to regurgitate yo’ a couple of times, yo’ look like yo’ might be a little chewy.”

They have zero personal hygiene. This man looked to be in his late forties. He was less than 6 feet and had a potbelly hanging from his stained, ripped white shirt. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and his teeth were broken and jagged. I watched in terror as he spotted me. A heinous smile spread across his lips. He eyed me up and down before licking those chapped and crusted lips that still held his smile. "My, My. Look at the prize I found. Tell me baby, do you know how to have a good time?" his raspy voice made my skin crawl.