When Blank Bares His Teeth Novels & Stories

But knowing Baron, he is going to appear shirtless with a blunt in his mouth. I walked into his living room, expecting to see Merissa watching N*****x or something, but I saw it empty. Baron emerged from the hallways shirtless just like I presumed. "It won't hurt you to wear a shirt" I deadpanned, knowing full well that what I just said isn't going to make a difference. He grinned widely at me "Just admit it, you love seeing me shirtless" he sat down next to me and leaned forward "Don't worry, I won't rat you out"

The bottle back to her lips. “Don’t move.” He forced a smile. Her eyes on him. “Why would I?” “Curiosity,” he said as he pressed close, snuggling again with the dead Teeth, the laundry bag waiting, his tongue sliding forward to lick the flesh below her ear, his teeth snapping in a gentle bite. “And lies.” *** Steps away, on the other side of the bathroom door, Teeth sat in the living room with her beer, waiting on the couch, whispering lies. Outside, rain slapped the window.

My breath caught when Ronan’s teeth grazed Damon’s flank. Damon responded by slamming him sideways into the stone boundary hard enough to crack it. The gathered wolves growled in approval. Ronan lunged again — fast — aiming for Damon’s throat. Damon anticipated it. Twisted. Pinned him. The clearing shook as Damon’s weight bore down. Ronan struggled, claws digging into earth. Damon’s jaws hovered at Ronan’s neck. One bite would end it. Silence fell heavy. Ronan stilled. A beat passed.

The bear holds his mouth with his paws, moaning in pain. Blood spills from his mouth. The bear turns into a human, and the young man glances at me with hate-filled eyes. Half of his front teeth are gone. “You mons-fer!” he shouts through a mouthful of blood, scrambling up from the floor. “You brofe mah feef!” “And you tried to fucking kill me!” I yell back, unable to even fathom that I was hearing this bullshit. “I did nothing to you, and you came to murder me. You should be thanking the Goddess that I only broke your fucking teeth!”

For five years, Kiara has lived as the unwanted Luna of the pack. Her husband, Maelor , never loved her despite being her fated mate. He still keeps his former lover by his side, while Kiara is forced to endure the pack’s cruel whispers and the name that has followed her everywhere, barren Luna, Maelor, has given her one final chance. If she cannot give him an heir, he will send her away. Desperate to save the only marriage she has ever known, Kiara travels miles to obtain a rare fertility seed. On their fifth anniversary, she prepares a romantic dinner, hoping that finally having an heir will make Maelor see her differently. Instead, he arrives with his former lover and humiliates her.

I said to my mate. Izan frowned some more but took Axel's other hand without hesitation, and when he looked straight ahead, he saw Clare and gasped. She, to my complete surprise, smiled and showed all her teeth as a Dantesque spectacle. Her teeth were fangs. All the teeth were sanded down and pointed, but that wasn't the most surprising thing; it was watching her eyes turn vacant, so pitch black that I was scared. “What are you trying to do?” questioned Izan, and she raised her eyebrows.

"Don't be..." "D-Dad, what's h-happening?" Tom cried, clutching Blake, who now wore a blank expression, his small face pale and distant in a way that worried me almost as much as the chains around my own throat. There was something deeply unsettling about that emptiness in Blake's eyes, a stillness that felt far more wrong than tears would have been, though I had no time to dwell on it with Tom's fear demanding my attention.

Warm pale hands wrapped around my torso before stretching passed my waist, all so slowly and seductively! I remained silent, my eyes glued to my reflection and nowhere else as I continued brushing my teeth. Slowly, Blair’s small hand cupped my girth, her small fingers failing to wrap around the whole shaft. The muscles of my stomach tensed, but I didn’t give a reaction. “I love it when you act unaffected.” She purred behind me, tightening her hold around my shaft. I spit the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed my mouth, then spun around to face her,

It felt like my body didn’t belong to me anymore. “W-who are you?” I gasped, watching her peel off the dark wig to reveal a bald head; clumps of long hair stuck all around. She reached for her mouth, and then, I heard clattering. All of her teeth fell off, revealing jagged, shark-like fangs.

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.”