Gerald smiled - a wide smile that exposed well maintained teeth and a healthy twinkle in his eyes.
Go brush your teeth - and whatever else you need to do.
As she passed a neighbor boy, he waved at her, his two missing front teeth displayed in a sweet smile.
She had teeth, fingernails and a healthy kick.
One of the mules bared its teeth at him.
A gray haired woman with long braids and no teeth jerked on Cassie's pants leg.
She hugged her arms and hunched down into her jacket, her teeth chattering.
Not a twitch of the mouth or a brief glimpse of teeth, but a regular smile.
Lots of the folks on the street had poor teeth and most of their clothes were practically rags.
He needed direction to brush his teeth and was perfectly willing to accept it.
He grated his teeth to see Darian's number on the screen.
They glared at each other for a long moment before Talon gritted his teeth and lowered his gaze in reluctant deference.
When she returned fully dressed and armed to the teeth, he held out his hand.
Jule hissed through his teeth and more blood bubbled up, but the lodged arrow refused to move.
The tick in his jaw belied how tightly his teeth were clamped.
She gritted her teeth, hating the fact he had open access to her thoughts and worse—he could respond to them!
"No, no, no," she whispered and pushed at the teeth with a finger.
The teeth of a demoness don't.
Big brother Joseph Dawkins, the smart one of the family, gritted his teeth and said nothing.
He began working at his teeth with a toothpick.
His pointed teeth, soulless eyes and rumbling growl gave away the otherwise human-looking creature as a demon.
He sank his teeth into someone and never let go, until they were in Hell.
Destiny giggled, revealing top and bottom teeth in matching pairs.
He finished brushing his teeth, rinsed his mouth and then wiped it.
His pointed teeth rested on his lower lip, his dark eyes displaying the intelligence of a being that existed from the time-before-time.
He ran his tongue over his pointed teeth and stood in the center of her living room, pensive and hungry.
She ground her teeth, on the verge of throwing her cup at the wall before her.
Her teeth chattered and her body felt so hot she wanted to scream.
You haven't many teeth left, Jim, but the few you have are sharp enough to make me shudder.
(here Eureka snarled and showed her teeth) "mark the tender pose of her soft, padded little hands!"
This is exactly the kind of problem geneticists can sink their teeth into, so to speak, to make the protein in this grain digestible.
(Were we ungracious, we might say they "lie through their jackal teeth to protect their worthless hides.") Whatever level of graciousness you can summon at this moment, we can all be grateful for the presence of alternative sources of information.
Helen shook her head and spelled "Baby teeth--no, baby eat--no," meaning of course, "Baby cannot eat because she has no teeth."
I asked what was the matter, and she said, "Much (many) teeth do make Nancy sick."
For my part, I am glad to hear of experiments of this kind being tried; as that a young man tried for a fortnight to live on hard, raw corn on the ear, using his teeth for all mortar.
The other day I picked up the lower jaw of a hog, with white and sound teeth and tusks, which suggested that there was an animal health and vigor distinct from the spiritual.
"And then, old fellow, he gives him one in the teeth with the butt end of his gun..." a soldier whose greatcoat was well tucked up said gaily, with a wide swing of his arm.
And they, too, passed on, so that Nesvitski did not learn who had been struck on the teeth, or what the ham had to do with it.