Toothless Novels & Stories

Instead he growled low in his chest and leaned forward, opening his mouth wider with that same hateful reluctance a proud man shows when he knows another man is right. “Then do it,” he snarled. “And be quick.” Up close, the tooth was almost disappointingly ordinary. More pointed than a human one, yes. Stronger at the root. But not some old myth made visible. That was always the joke of it. Evolution leaves relics, not theatre. I set my thumb and forefinger hard into the gum on either side and drove the nails in. Corvin roared instantly.

For now let's let sleeping dogs lie, eh? I nod at him. He strolls over to his bag, ruffles through the pockets of some colour-bleached chinos he wore yesterday and produces a small nylon of groundnuts. He sifts a few seeds into his open palm, tosses them into his mouth and chews slowly; bacteria, morning breath and all. Tobi offers me some which I refuse. He insists. To get him off my back, I agree to accept a handfull. Tobi actually had the guts to let one...two...three seedlings fall into my palm.

He was tall and well built, clearly having seen the inside of a gym, and his clean-cut features were the perfect match for his profession. He cleared his throat, "You were attacked and bitten. As I said, I've checked the bite out thoroughly, cleaned and dressed it. It will heal." "What attacked me?" My voice was starting to fade as sleep threatened to drag me under. I wanted to stay awake but couldn't seem to fight it.

senseless. “I’ll just have to make them accept me, then!” I said, daringly, “While you live in fantasy worlds, I’ll live in the real world, running my company. Ok, Toothless?” I smirked. “You know my name, why do you insist on calling me that?” He frowned. The way his eyebrows knitted together, it may have seemed like he was glaring, but from the softness of the seafoam colour, I knew he wasn’t.. at least not anymore.

"Oh... What's that Lush! You should smile so those blessings will run after you because you might fall later and gnaw your face on the cement if you continue your dramatic life." "Wow! I'm so ashamed of you Aisie. You're thick," I said and nodded. I heard her laugh and poke her shoulder. "Come on! You look heartbroken there." "I don't know about you. You're heartbroken because Dienvel is gone." He was suddenly stunned and frowning and averted his eyes. What are you now? Looking so stupid.

I beckoned Jonas to go near me. "Why, love?" He panicked upon my sudden outburst. "Come here! Look how cute his teeth are!" I showed to Jonas Uno's little teeth. They haven't come out yet fully. "Awe, so cute!" I blurted out. "Wow," he chuckled. "Fiel has teeth too, right?" "Yes, love. He was too early to have teeth." Fiel was still six months old but his teeth has peeked out already. It was adorable too. And now, he has teeth on his upper gum too.

Phobos complains while brushing Tadeas's locks with his fingers seeking to detangle any knots along the way. I snarl unveiling my teeth at him displaying my dislike of his words and he does the same with me not pleased with my carelessness earlier on. Tadeas keenly observes his father with interested eyes only to turn back towards me and curl his lips just to flash his toothless gums at me accompanied by a growl that he strives hard to get out of his chest.

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.

"This is a good tool. It can pull out each of your teeth one by one." Grace gritted her teeth. "I dare you!" Darien nonchalantly asked, "Why not give it a try?"

Just approve it, come on. “Wait a second!” he says, a grin spreading across his face. One of his incisors is missing, leaving a black gap in his smile. He sticks his finger in the air. “This is you, right?” I don’t respond right away which is almost a confirmation. “Black Flame? That band, right?” I try to laugh it off. “I get that a lot, but no.” He waves his hands in the air. “Say no more.” Then he taps his nose. “We don’t have to talk about it.”