Toothless Chibi Novels & Stories

"I'm going to take his teeth if he tries." "He said he'd bite me and make it to where I wouldn't want to defend my stuff from him," he cried and trembled against my body. "Don't keep him." I purred at him then looked at Mushu, snatching him from Charles. Mushu yelped and looked at me with wide eyes in shock as I held him tightly and forced his mouth out with my hand, ripping a few of his teeth out. Mushu started trembling in pain and cried out, wailing from the loss of his teeth as I went for another one. Toma slipped his head deep into my shirt and curled up tightly to me. I paused and looked at Toma.

Tora smiled, her heart warm and full and just a little frayed around the edges from lack of sleep. They were crawling. Everywhere. Fast. And neither of them seemed particularly aware of the concept of danger. Or gravity. “Oh, look,” came Chelsea’s amused voice as she stepped through the back door with Ben in tow, holding two bright blue onesies with the words ‘Chaos Goblin #1’ and ‘Chaos Goblin #2’ printed across them. “Just in time to rebrand your tiny gremlins.” “I swear they’ve evolved past ‘baby’ and straight into ‘mini apex predator,’” Tora said, accepting the outfits with a laugh. “Pretty sure Kael tried to challenge the vacuum to a duel yesterday.”

She watches as he turns to face Chad, offering the spoon to him as well. “Un bite?” “Sure.” Once again the baby sends the spoon flying towards a mouth, but Chad is able to pull his head out of reach before he gets a tooth chipped by a wayward utensil. Pretending to take a bite and savor it, Chad says. “That's so good! It's yummy.” “Yummy in you tummy?” Ty asks, to be sure and Chad confirms, “Yummy in my tummy,” which cause Lily to burst into laughter at hearing that phrase come from her big, strong husband.

she asked, tilting her head, the bread tray shifting ever so slightly. ​"It's not teeth, Mama Chidi," Tobi said, his voice small but steady. "It's the sound of your oranges rolling when you trip on the curb. It's the brightness of your 'Good morning' before the sun is even up." ​She paused, a slow smile spreading across her face. She let out a rich, melodic laugh. "Ha! The sound of my oranges? You are a strange one, Tobi. But I see it now. I see the noise! Carry on then, little Picasso! Just don't get any of that 'Ocean' on my wrapper!"

I'm probably never going to read books again. And she was right. Gojou Satoru is the complete example of what a child from Cream and Chocolate would be. As the credits of the last episode rolls down, I look down my shoulder "Vanilla, I—" She's sleeping, tiny snores leaving her lips with her mouth slightly open while her hair rests around her mouth— And she looks she's nibbling on it. That makes me smile before I poke her nose "Hey" "No" She groans "Don't take away my sandwich"

His excitement is nuclear, impossible to ignore. Nathan scrapes his teeth together into a fierce, proud grimace. “Look!” Two perfect rows of tiny teeth glint up at me like half-size Tic Tacs pressed into a line. I freeze, unsure whether to celebrate or panic. Cole sees the hesitation and intervenes. One enormous finger presses lightly against a slightly wobbly tooth, nudging it almost imperceptibly.

(Elena's POV) The baby chewed on my finger. It was not a gentle act like most babies do when their gun itched, but actually biting down with a surprising force for someone who supposedly didn't have teeth yet. I pulled my finger out of her mouth and looked closer. There, at the bottom gum, a tiny white edge springing forth. "You have a tooth," I said to her. She grinned and drool let out like a dam. I grabbed my phone and opened the group chat I'd started with Adrian, Elena and Daniel. I took a photo of her open mouth even though you couldn't really see the tooth in the picture.

So brightly my own teeth hurt. “Oh.” Lucas chewed. Swallowed. “Is he coming back today?” “Not today, sweetheart.” “Tomorrow?” “I’m not sure yet. We’ll figure it out.” Lucas nodded. He took another bite and didn’t ask anything else. He had the expression of a seven-year-old who’d learned to stop pushing when adults rearranged their faces. Chloe appeared four minutes later. Fully dressed, ponytail already done—she’d been doing it herself since she was five, refusing help, producing results that were technically correct and architecturally questionable.

I gulped and smiled sheepishly. "Nothing will happen bhabhi. I will take care of her!" I said. You know excess sweets are not good for teeth. And Bhabhi is reluctant to give her chocolates which she loves a way too much. So whenever I, bhaiya, dad or chachu gave her chocolates she used to gave us a piece of her mind. "Yes! Nothing will happen to the Princess. Tooth fairy will take care of your teeth. Won't she baby?" Chachi asked bending to Alia's height.

The crying stopped, the sharp silence almost shocking. She looked back at the stain. Imagined the baby with a bottle shoved between its lips. “I need to eat, too. We should eat.” She thought again of her cheese sandwich and wondered if it’d like some. “Can you eat?” Then she wondered if it actually could eat. “You don’t have any hands or fingers. How can you eat? Do you need my help?” The lips slowly spread in a dangerous baring of small, sharp teeth. “Okay.” She put her finger to her lips and kissed it. “I’ll help you.” And then, the little clock on her bedside table clicking over as the minutes changed, her finger lightly touched the teeth as she gave it a kiss.