Toothless Novels & Stories

he said biting his fingers, acting like he was actually considering something. "Oh I'm sorry, no vacant positions. You can be my personal assistant if you want, I'm sorry but that's the only vacant position. Or you can be my mistress you know, then you'll be assured I'd take absolutely good care of you" he said with confidence and with a scorning smirk.

"When you left, I had to make adjustments, settle so to say." "Excuse me?" Twyla snaps. "Settle? You’re not referring to settling…for me, are you?" Wait? What? Cato and Twyla? “Because this means nothing if you didn’t mean it,” she steps out from behind me to stand in clear view of me and Levi. Her face is blank as she lifts up the hem of her shirt to reveal a bite mark along her side. The top set of teeth on her stomach while the bottom set of canines wrap around the flank of her body to mark her back. The wound is still bloody and an angry red. Is it infected?

he spits. I chuckle softly. “Abel, we’re going to play a game. Here’s how it works: one right answer saves a tooth. One wrong answer? You lose a few. Maybe two, maybe three. I haven’t decided yet. But I guarantee you’ll leave with fewer teeth than you came in with. Do you understand?” He nods, visibly shaking, but I narrow my eyes. “I don’t speak to people who just nod. Use your words unless you want to start losing teeth early.”

"Let me have this…" Before he could take it, he received a smack on the hand. Jensen swiftly swiped the piece of candy from him. "Go and buy one for yourself." Alan was flabbergasted. "It's just a piece of candy! Since when did you become so stingy?" Jensen said, "My blood sugar is low, and my life depends on this candy." "Since when have you had such a condition?" Alan muttered. Jensen laughed in exasperation. He took a box of imported chocolates out of his drawer. "Here. You can have this."

Then he smiled, the gap where he was missing his two front teeth a dark hole in a shining, bright face. “Sorry, mister,” he said with an adorable lisp. I was instantly charmed. I smiled back. “Don’t worry about it, son.”

It is when the toothless man starts to laugh out loud in a croaky way that I realize I had said that out loud. “Here? This is your worst nightmare.” The toothless man answers. “I call it hell.” The man behind chips in. Toothless turns away from me to face the other man. “You call it that? I call it nemesis.” “That works. Or karma.” With his crooked smile back on his face, Toothless turns to me. “See? That answers your question that this is the worst place any one can ever find themselves. After spending five years here, I wouldn’t wish my worst enemy to be here.”

, he said, taking a sip from his glass of wine. “No! If you love them then you should eat them” “But my toy doesn't want them. It's quite inappropriate that I should take what my milkweed doesn't want, don't you think?” He said grinning—his stoned face brought me more peace than his grin... it made me weak and vulnerable. I said nothing, gulping down a cup of water. Perfect.

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.

Talon only cocks his brow at me, as if to say there's no need to argue when he has enough money to buy my destiny ten times over. I slide the plate over, muttering, “Rich prick.” He smirks, placing the sandwich on his plate before cutting it with a fork and knife (a FORK and KNIFE?!) and taking a small nibble. The moment it touches his tongue, his eyes go wide, flashing with pleasure. Hunter and I watch in shock as Talon abandons the plate and cutlery, taking bite after hungry bite. He even gets messy, mayo slathered on the corner of 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.”