Achilles Heel Novels & Stories

She tries her best to heal Winter. “Looks like my magic alone isn't enough. Can I ask you a favor Helena? Find me an Achilles leaf, maybe in the forest there is. You know that leaf, right?” said Amara. Helena nodded in understanding. She immediately went to look for the leaf. It was not difficult for her to find the leaf. She knew it very well because she often pounded the leaves to treat injured people. Helena took only fifteen minutes to get the Achilles leaf. She immediately returned to Amora and helped pound it, then gave it to Winter. Luckily, Winter soon came to her senses. She vomited the poison from the peach and sat limply.

She can't heal if the tip of the heel is still inside her legs. "Oh, groaning like a bitch," Elliot said feeling thrilled and pressed his heel down even harder. Solana can feel that her leg is healing but it's stuck because of the damned heels. Meanwhile, Illac is just standing in front of them watching them like it's the most awaited movie of the year. He said that he is going to raise havoc but Solana was the only one, apparently, he couldn't do that with Solana just being his audience. He likes it when there are people watching him at his best and he can't have just a person, he needs people.

Morgan looked down at her feet, only to see two big blisters on the heels, which were already bloody. The next second, Morgan picked her up from the ground, turned around, and walked upstairs. Morgan carried Ashley back to the room, put her on the soft couch, and carefully propped her legs up with a cushion, then looked down at her injured heel. The heels are slender and high, Ashley has run a long distance wearing them.

"Now you're ready for me." Achilles stood up and removed his lower garments. Her eyes widened upon seeing his shaft sprang out. Yes, she saw it once when she undressed him the moment Achilles came into the island unconscious and he was really huge but she never imagined it could be bigger than that—huge, long, hard and veiny. She clutched and swallowed hard while staring at his member. "A—are you sure it'll fit?" Achilles wears a mischievous grin before placing himself in the middle of her legs. "Of course it will but it's gonna be a bit painful baby," he answered and rubbed his shaft on her entrance. She then moaned again and closed her eyes.

I listened to the clicks of her heels on the tiled floor. She had a perfectly paced walk. Each step was exactly 0.8 seconds apart. Yes, I timed it. The iconic red bottom heel of Christian Louboutin was the only type of heels she wore. They demanded to be heard, they craved the attention.

I just shrugged, maybe he bought new underwear because he was in the underwear section. We went to the heel shop. While the salesclerk was explaining to me the difference and the names of the heels, my head suddenly hurt. Lots of art! When I was a kid I thought there was only one name for 'heels' and now there are mules, chunky, pumps, stilettos and platform heels! And I honestly don't know what these are for-- well, for the feet but-- I applied for a janitress! How can I mop the floor if I'm wearing heels this high? I looked at Warren with a straight face, he was sitting on the sofa with crossed legs and eyes closed. I shook, I really can’t understand what he’s thinking.

NO! Braxius and Achilles clash. Both men are mighty warriors, but I can surmise Achilles lives for war. Braxius is not thinking, lost in the pain of his older brother's death. His emotions are making his moves wild and sloppy. Achilles is only toying with Braxius, taking in the delight that he understands he's about to kill another prince. Over my dead body! Without any thought, I run over to the two fighting men. Remembering my soccer days from my youth, I perform a perfect slide in the grass behind Achilles. Then, I use my sword to slice the tendon right about his heal. The one that is named after him.