Achilles Heel Novels & Stories

| said. "Your weight,' he walked closer, "it needs to be more on your back leg. You're depending too much on your front foot." He got into the same stance | was in. "See? If you stand like you are now, you'll topple over. Lean back the weight..." "Thanks, but | don't need a coach." | said back. But even though | tried to sound annoyed, | knew he was right. He looked over at me with a smirk and | internally rolled my eyes. | felt kind of silly letting him stand there and watch me while | slammed my fists into the bag.

He was deeply, completely, retroactively sorry. He sat on the bench during his rest interval and reached down to work at his left calf, which had started sending urgent messages about its intentions to seize up entirely if he didn't address it immediately. He dug his fingers in through the thick hockey sock and felt the muscle jump and protest under the pressure before grudgingly releasing. He held the stretch, jaw tight, waiting it out.

She plunged her talons into my Achilies heel and took me down with her. “The fuck!?” I cursed as I grabbed my leg, aching as it bled down to my heel. Amara took no time to make sure I was okay. She rolled backward and was back on her feet in seconds. I grit my teeth and got back to my feet, arms up in defense once again.

he remarked casually. Andrew looked up at Gordon, his tone calm but sharp. "But if anyone's going to die from poison today, it'll be you, hunchbacked fool. I suggest you find somewhere quiet to treat your injuries, or you won't even know how you died." Gordon chuckled coldly, about to retort, when his expression suddenly shifted. A sharp, excruciating pain emanated from the massive hump on his back. Gordon's hump had always been his greatest weakness—his Achilles' heel.

by high heels means 7 inches long heels. Mom knows which size I prefer, still she sent me a higher size particularly on a day like this when I have a severe backache. I can't walk straight into them today. I'm bearing so many aches right now. "Why does she have to be this difficult every single time!" I cry out of frustration. I seriously hate my Mom. I don't have any other matching pair right now, what should I do? I'm running out of time. My aches are already giving me a hard time and with these killer heels, they will intensify and I won't be able to hide them. I won't be able to endure the pains. There is a chance I can even trip or worse fall on the ground.

Is now time to remove the iron from his Achilles' left heel, the iron was already red and was hot like as if a tiny fire is still around its body, the hunter had to put a sticker on his mouth to avoid him shouting that much so he will not attract the neighbors to come around Then he broke the stick of an arrow, on his Achilles heel, he forcefully pulled out the arrow, and suddenly, Jerry opened his eyes and was sweating and shouting, immediately, blood started rushing out from his Achilles left heel and the blood color was very bad and without wasting time, the hunter placed the hot iron on the deep hole on Jerry's Achilles left heels

Aegis's P.O.V How is it that I know every torture that ever existed but never discovered this one?. These shoes were death traps. Five-inch, pencil-thin, ankle-breaking, toe-pinching, nightmare inducing torture devices. I have fought in wars, ripped out throats, and faced down entire rogue packs but somehow, these damn heels might be my greatest enemy yet. I muttered a curse, shifting uncomfortably as I walked out of the black van we came in. Noah, ever the observant one, smirked. “Something wrong, Alpha?” I shot him a look.

Samantha was eager to know, "What about me? Is there anything wrong with my health?" Elio looked at her and said with confidence, "Your right heel has been hurt, with a bone bruise and swelling in the bone marrow. It happened three years ago. It might look okay, but it's not fully healed. If you're on your right foot too long, it really hurts, doesn't it?" "Oh my gosh, I can't believe how spot-on you are!"

“Fine. But don’t think I’m buying into this whole doctor-knows-it-all act.” Leo ignored her sass, gently pinched her ankle twice, then straightened up with a professional air. “Miss Jenna,” he began solemnly, “your bones have indeed healed, but as the saying goes, ‘a bone injury takes a hundred days to fully recover.’ Your joints are still fragile. Even if you’re walking now, you shouldn’t overdo it—and you absolutely must avoid wearing high heels.”

Phillip sat in the faded armchair in his study, staring into the crackling fire in the fireplace. His left leg ached, especially during the damp winter months. He rubbed his thigh, squeezing the muscles, and then farther down to his shin and calf. The muscles were still weak from the lack of use. But it hurt too much to walk, so he did so only when necessary.