Toothless Novels & Stories

My poor girl has attachment issues, having not seen me she probably thought I'd gone for good, that's her concept of things. "I'm pretty famous around here huh?" "We missed you, mommy," Axel shifts, hugging my arm. I missed you too, Bubba. "Look mommy," Onyx steps back, showing me his teeth. He lost a front tooth, "My tooth came out." "Wow," I gasp, the mom guilt slowly smacking me in the face. "When was that?" He pauses, tapping his cheek a few times. "Yesterday's yesterday. The tooth fairy gave me a big bill."

he says his voice coming out as a whisper. "Look I've been nice but your pissing me off so now I'm going to be mean ok?" I say my voice going from sweet to cold. I go back to my table and take the pliers off the table and walking back to him I signal for Lorenzo to come over. I grab the guys jaw and open his mouth. "Hold his mouth open" I say looking up at Lorenzo which he nods too. I take the pliers and put on a tooth further back first, the guy try's to close his mouth but Lorenzo keeps it open. Once I got the tooth out I let go off the pliers letting them fall to the floor. Lorenzo steps back once he sees I no longer need him.

— He didn't finish the sentence. Eliminating the mere centimeters that separated us, he pressed his large body against mine, gifting me with his delicious warmth, at the same time that his lips touched my forehead and slowly descended down my face, as if tasting me, with an incomprehensible hesitation, as if he was fighting against himself, against the desire to touch me, when his touch was all I wanted most. — Fuck everything — Adrian growled and, finally, his mouth took mine, with an unrelenting hunger.

She couldn’t even close her mouth properly anymore; the gaps felt the opening of a cave. The sharp steel scraped again, finding purchase against another tooth. A muffled, broken sound rose from her throat. “N–no… you— you said…” Her words weren't clear because of her missing teeth, but the man seemed to understand every broken word she said. The man chuckled, slow and deliberate, as if savoring her confusion. “Oh, Julia,” he crooned, brushing the tool almost playfully against her bleeding gum. “Did you really think I’d stop at three? I never said which three.”

Then he picked up a rusted pair of pliers and leaned forward. “You know,” he said calmly, “there are thirty-two teeth in the average adult’s mouth. Let’s see how many you really need to talk.” Leo spat blood at him. “Do your worst.” Sandro smiled, grabbed his jaw, and yanked it open with brutal force. CRACK! The first tooth snapped free. Leo’s scream tore through the room, echoing off the concrete walls—but Sandro didn’t flinch. “One.” Another. “Two.” A third. “Three…”

Out here, you couldn't rush a meal. Lose a tooth, and it was gone for good. Especially a front tooth. "Boss, what am I supposed to do about my tooth?" Celia asked, her words whistling through the gap. "As long as you don't talk, no one will notice," Douglas said, glancing at her. Celia had no words. Just then, the sound of slurping drifted over from the side. The rich smell of instant noodles and the way Hayley's group slurped them straight from the bowl made Celia's eyes practically light up.

The Mouth existed as a pure expression of hunger, and hunger did not respect geography. It was a perfect circle of absolute nothing, ringed with teeth made from the fossilized screams of seventeen dead universes. Each tooth was a civilization's final moment, compressed into enamel. The sound it produced was not a roar but a silence so aggressive it felt like being punched in the soul.

All the sounds he can make are strangled grunts, and broken moans. "You asked for this," I laugh softly, and pull out an incisor. Satisfaction gnaws at my chest as I look at the bloodied tooth between the teeth of the pliers. Aidan lets go of his mouth. "Still won't ta—" "I'll talk! I'll talk!"

They exchanged secret looks before Tino spoke. “Can we stay up all night watching cartoons?” “If you’re willing to trade your favorite ice cream flavors for sleep, then maybe…” “No, Mamma!” Ruggero interrupted quickly. “We will sleep on time!” I laughed softly. They would never sacrifice ice cream. “It’s going to be fun!” Tiziana exclaimed. “I want to watch Baby Shark!” I glanced at Renzo, who was quietly eating, smiling contentedly. We finished breakfast peacefully. Just as I cleared the last plate, a soft knock echoed through the house.

The bond hums in my chest, louder than before, like a chain pulling taut. "I don't belong to anyone," I say quietly. Kael Draven smiles. It's not a kind smile. It's the smile of a man who knows he's already won. "We'll see," he says. "We'll see."