Achilles Heel Novels & Stories

"Damn you, how dare you disturb me of what I’m doing?" The yellow-haired man next to him is also very angry. He was about to kick Allen's crotch, but Allen gave a cold hum and kicked him first. His speed was faster than Lenny Patrick’s, and his strength was stronger. His fierce kick hit the position below Lenny's knee. Anyone who has studied biology knows that the location of the nerve reflex arc is below the knee. At that moment, Allen kicked that part fiercely and accurately, and immediately let Lenny scream. And finally Allen sat down on the ground.

And flicking over the page confirms it. I've got it. Juliana's weakness. Her Achilles heel... ... ... Now how to use that? How to turn knowledge into leverage? ... One chance only... She'll not fall for it twice... In the original story, Achilles gained his vulnerable heel by, as a baby, being dipped in the River Styx by his mother. But so as not to lose her baby, she held him by his heel and the water couldn't cover him. I glance at the feculent liquid sucking at the concrete sides of the channel. The last thing I want is to be dipped in there. For all that my body and clothes suck and stink, there are still worse options. That water is one of them.

"Hailey, we are the patients in the same hospital, we should be companions. Why did you ignore me?" No matter how Asher tried to pester her, Hailey still remained calm. He rolled his eyes, grabbed his broken arms and suddenly whimpered, "oh my right hand hurts so much. It must be bleeding. Hailey help me, I am loosing balance...." Hailey turned around and looked at him calmly, "Your hand is injured, not your legs. Why can't you stand properly?" Asher appeared as if he was still in pain, "It is said that everything in our body are interconnected with our nerves. I'm not lying. I really can't work anymore, I'm going to fall down..."

I let out a choked gasp. Hobbling, cursing under my breath, I used the wall as a crutch and shuffled my way back to my own office. See? This is what happens. You get one whiff of the so-called prince, and the universe immediately conspires to make you fall flat on your face. Literally. By the afternoon, I’d swapped the treacherous heels for a pair of ballet flats. The ankle was throbbing, but after a frantic raid on the office kitchen freezer for a bag of peas, it had subsided to a persistent, grumpy ache.

The bar bends under the strain, plates stacked to ridiculous proportions. I’m paralysed. Utterly and completely frozen. This is the most I’ve ever seen of him, and it’s mine and every other poor saps fantasy exploded into life. I’m scanning him from the ground up. His feet are big, solid, planted like they could hold up the earth. His calves, holy shit. His thighs?

Tina looked, her mind so shocked that it almost didn't register what it saw, instead taking it in small parts, little slivers of clues that eventually told the whole story. Lee's pant leg was ragged. It was covered in… something… something like the trail that had come from his head. The skin beneath the fabric was… was... “Something cut his fuckin' foot.” Diego pointed out. Monique nodded. “His Achilles tendon, by the look of it. That's why he fell.” Her voice had become clinical again, calm, her face now a blank mask. “No,” Martha whispered from the corner, barely loud enough to be heard. Tina realized with horror and in the chaos, she had forgotten the man's wife was even there.

The girls faltered as they stared up at the heaving behemoth behind me. Achilles's eyes were hard as he glared at the people in front of me with so much anger that his body was physically shaking. His voice was low as he gritted out, "You must really be idiots to think you could get away with hurting my wife without me knowing. Calling her a whore and shaming her in front of everyone." "W-we were—" Cutting her off without a single care, Achilles abruptly called out, "BENEDICT! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"

I try to stand up then, but because of the position I have been sitting in, my feet are gone numb. I think I am going to fall. The heels have played a trick on me. Too high and too thin heeled, I think as I feel myself slipping. But then a hand holds me, and when I turn my face I find Levi. He moves with spectacular speed to hold me down. Moreover, he must have been watching me very carefully to notice that I had slipped. "Are you all right?" he asks as he helps me get settled. "Yes, I think so," my lips quirk up into a small painfully smile. "I twisted my ankle a little bit because of the heels, that's all."

I sighed, flexing my toes on the cool marble floor. He took my bare foot in his hand. His touch was firm, yet incredibly gentle. His thumb pressed into the arch, massaging the aching muscles with surprising skill. I couldn't suppress a small moan of pure relief. His gaze flicked up to mine, a spark of heat in the grey depths at the sound. He focused back on my foot, his fingers working magic on the soreness. He found the blister on my heel, his touch turning feather-light around the angry red spot.

Sometimes it can be overwhelming. My heel sticks in a crack on the sidewalk, forcing me to trip on my dress and scuff my shoe, before coming to a stop. I nearly fall, but don't and that’s evident in the sound of my heel cracking and my foot planting with a thud. The only problem is the echo surrounding mine, as if me alone on the sidewalk has caused the ripple in sound.