Novel & Cerita Achilles Heel

Keeva’s POV The red bottom heels feel ridiculous on my feet. I have never worn heels before and I would never wear ones these high. I feel like I’m walking on stilts. ‘Fuck!’ I stumble and twist my ankle. Jonas outright laughs and Alpha Channon tires his best to suppress his laughter, in an attempt not to make me feel even more embarrassed. ‘Maybe a training heel would be better?’ The stick thin, snooty personal shopper asks whilst rolling her eyes. He looks lustily at Channon and Jonas with no effort whatsoever to hide her want for them. ‘How about a nice kitten heel, elegant and you won’t break your neck if you fall off them.’ A nice young man with come into the room with a flamboyant entr

For instance, the Healing Pill would indeed come in handy at this time. Hamed’s left leg was the biggest regret in his life. In his opinion, it was already impossible for him to cure his leg. However, even if both of Hamed’s legs were already crippled, if Hamed were to take one of Charlie’s Healing Pill, both of his legs would be completely healed.

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”

Which only happened a couple of days later when Ana was told by her doctor that her knees were completely healed and that she was allowed to go back home. Home. A word which seemed to scare her lately because the word had a relative meaning. Where would that be? Her New York apartment where she lived on suitcases jumping to exotic locations for shootings? Her Forrester mansion which seemed haunted with dreadful memories? Or the even more lavish and opulent castle her grandfather had leagued her but without a soul with which she could relate?

She follows behind me to the door. "No. What is the use of heels anyways?" She stared at me for so long that I thought she was dead on the spot until she spoke up, "Makes you look more classy, and kind of give you the opportunity to look down at people and be like "yo, b!tches, I'm back. " I shook my head. "That sounds nice." I gulp. But the last time I tried heels on, it almost destroyed my ankles and I couldn't feel my legs for days...it was totally paralyzed.

Instead, because she had exerted all her strength, her entire body's center of gravity completely leaned forward and couldn't be pulled back. Just as she was startled, her thigh suddenly hurt, and the high heels kicked her thigh through the skirt. The heel hit her hard, causing Heidy to cry out in pain. Before she could react, she fell into the pool with a loud splash.

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 healer stepped forward. "You should –" "I'm fine." "You're not fine. Let me –" "I said I'm fine." Nolan said in a sharp tone. The healer's mouth pressed into a thin line, showing his disapproval but he stepped back without another word. Gianna's foot throbbed. She looked down. The stick was still embedded in her heel. Blood had soaked through her shoe. She winced and crouched down, gripping the stick carefully. It had gone in deep. She pulled, feeling the pain shoot up her leg.

was the heaviest. Jenny’s knees began to go numb against the stone surface. There was only a layer of denim between her kneecaps and the stone. The hardness and coldness of the stone were transmitted directly to her kneecaps, and from there to the inner sides of her thighs. Her toes were curled up inside her high heels, with the tendons on the tops of her feet stretched taut.

The kind of flaw that drew eyes in a world where wolves were supposed to be strong, symmetrical, and perfect. I'd been born with it. A twisted bone in my left leg that hadn't set properly, probably because the healer who'd attended my birth was inexperienced, or drunk, or simply didn't care enough about one more orphan to do the job right. By the time Ma Agatha noticed and tried to get it corrected, the bone had fused. Permanent. The limp was mine for life. "Stop staring at it," Ally said gently. "I'm not." "You are. And you're doing the thing where your shoulders hunch forward, like you're trying to make yourself smaller. Stand up straight."