When Blank Bares His Teeth Novels & Stories

The water they stood in was gray and dirty. But my amber eyes locked onto two men standing far away from the work line. They were hidden deep in the dark shadows near a large, thick rock pillar. One of the men was Barek. His thick right arm was wrapped tightly in dirty, bloody white rags. Kaelen had snapped his bone perfectly in half when he broke the wooden club yesterday. Barek’s ugly, scarred face was twisted into a dark mask of pure, violent hatred. The man standing next to Barek was much worse.

What the fuck is he doing here? As if Blake can sense something is round, he turns his head in the direction mine is. I watch as his jaw flexes and he grinds his teeth. I keep telling him not to do that. He will be in the dentist if he continues and Blake does not like the dentist. Not ever since they pulled a wisdom tooth out and left him in a lot of pain. Blake’s eyes look like they could murder someone and fire is throwing out of them. “I swear to God, he better not be here to cause trouble.”

My hair fell over my face and tears threatened to betray my pride. Before I could think of what to do next, a roar that shook the ground beneath my feet sounded in the direction of Brax, and three bodies smashed into the wall almost crashing into Drake. Brax was partly shifted. Black scales covered his entire body. His eyes were glowing crystal blue with black slits for pupils. His mouth held rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear flesh from bone. His claws were razor sharp and at the ready.

he yells. I shake my head. "Like you'd leave without me!" I see him smile his goofy smile. He's missing four teeth in the front and has two silver teeth in the back. His greying hair is tied clumsily behind a dirty and worn down green bandana, making him look like a crazy old man. He may look crazy, and is crazy, but he has the biggest heart out of anyone. He's treated Nate and I like his very own children for years now. Ever since our first captain, Black Blood, was fatally injured during an on-going war and in his last dying breath named Nate the new captain. Black Blood took us to be his very own children since he never had any of his own. The memory of him brought tears in my eyes but I

Barcode threatened, but Bass wasn't that scared. "Dude, you need to relax. Don't think too complicated." "Stop teasing me, or will I swear at you, to match with a man?" Barcode's annoyance. Bass fell silent immediately after that. He didn't dare to say anything. Otherwise, the oath that Barcode was about to say could be accomplished. Barcode wanted to change the atmosphere in the room, so he said again, "Did you have breakfast?" Bass just remembered that he was eating cup noodles, and as he walked towards the small table near his bed, the cup noodles were out of shape, having been overcooked.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

He chuckled and his eyes glowed even more. He bent down on me in a flash, he pinned me to the ground with an unexplainable strength and just when I thought he was going to strangle me to death, he did something completely different from the normal ways of killing someone. I saw him tilt my neck to the side, he sniffed on my skin with much pleasure, a sharp pain followed after and I screamed with great terror. I felt his cold teeth inside me, he sank his teeth deeper and deeper into my skin and I could feel my life draining out of my body. Finally I didn’t bother to struggle anymore, but I never thought I would die this way.

Barra, who looked relaxed in his plain white T-shirt, immediately frowned. ["Honey, are you okay?"] Serena muttered softly while forcing a smile. ["Why is your face so pale? Is the therapy painful?"] "No," Serena replied flatly. The girl also explained what the doctor had said earlier. Meanwhile, Barra, who felt that the beautiful fiancée's words were convoluted, immediately cut off the conversation. ["I don't understand what that means. Try to simplify it, honey."] Instead of listening to Barfa's words, Serena smacked her lips. Her eyes turned red as if she was about to cry for some reason.

Sol Ming looked up to the sky, and then heard an angry roar of a man. “What do you think you’re doing to my partner?” Up the high-slope of the ground, there stands a tanned, colored man. He is bare-naked at the top with the similar animal hides down on his dog waist, eight-pack abdominal muscles look so majestic, and the long vertical scar made by a beast was shown all over him. The facial features of the man are seven-points, near perfection if only it weren’t for the beard on his face that wasn’t shaved hiding the lips of this person.

He has put on his blank face, which, now that I’ve seen the man under it in more than one kind of light, reads to me as the world’s most transparent billboard: FEELINGS HERE; DO NOT FEED WITHOUT CONSENT. “Will you… pick me up tomorrow?” I ask, aiming for light and landing very close to flirty, which is frankly a miracle for me. “To take me to the celebration?” The blank cracks. It happens like sun coming out from behind a stubborn cloud—one thin sliver, then the whole strip, then light that makes shapes honest. A slow smile starts at one corner and finally takes his whole mouth, softening his eyes, making the scar look less like a wound and more like a story interrupting a better one. He lea