Achilles Heel Novels & Stories

"You have to cancel those events, your ankle doesn't need more pressure. If you don't listen to me and still add more pressure on your ankle then you may never heal. If worse your recovery might take weeks" "Week?" "Yes Weeks my love"

I ripped my heel off and launched it at his head. It hit him square in the back, clattering as it fell to the floor. My heart skipped a beat as Caius turned. There were times where I forgot how large he was. His height was nothing compared to the bulk of his shoulders and waist.

I secretly nodded in my mind and mimicked that. Heels, toe. Heels, toe. I think I'm getting it a little, let me try again. Heels, toe. Heels, toe. This is kinda hard but everytime I hear my heels touching the marble floor sounds like elegant and power. Wow. Heels, toe. Heels, to—fuck! "Hey!" I was so close to the end of the sofa when I suddenly tripped on my own foot. My god, I can't do this!

And I was wearing high pencil heels and it felt like I would break me ankles anytime. Suddenly I felt a fierce pain in my ankles and lost my balance; consequently I hit the ground hard making me cry out in pain, “Ahh! I broke my ankle Ouch!” he looked back at me with cold eyes and smiled “O really, I should have known that you are wearing heels, I am sorry”. Like what! Why is he acting like that? He really is complicated.

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"Achilles -" "Let us not talk about this," He cut in, ignoring the way he wished he could shake sense into her as well.

Why would he look embarrassed? "W-what's wrong?" I asked. He let out a breath before running his hand through his hair. I know you thought I was okay because you saw Zeus walking.... But, I'm not.... Zeus can walk and feel all his legs.... I can't son... I'm sorry, my legs don't work. He said, still not looking at me but looking down into his lap where the pillow is. The sweatpants are barely on his right ankle, and hooked on the left foot, not even fully pulled up to the ankle. It's causing his foot to be pulled in a strange position.

If her husband's reputation didn't matter, she would have thrown in these pricey shoes to keep any rodents out of their home. "These shoes are called stilettos; they are lovely, pricey heels that give women an exquisite appearance." He indicated a shoe box that belonged to him but not to his wife. "I could care less. What? My leg hurts right now." She complained as she massaged her swollen, red ankles, but before she could finish, she fell. Fortunately, she did not dislocate her ankle, but she still had to give up one of her ankles. The gel that had been heated in the oven was in Davino's hand as he gripped Safira's ankle angrily. He applied slow, deliberate pressure.

Faster. Hazz passed one of his hands on my belly and moved minimally away from my body, supporting part of his weight on his elbow. I don't know at what moment my feet thought they were free of the heels I wore, but somehow, when I rubbed my heel still footwear with long needles of the heel against his calf, wanting a greater contact than that, Hazz did not bother to accept my silent request, nor did he move my foot away.

There is still tingling pain in her Achilles and that’s normal. “I am so glad that Mr. Geoffrey is quick witted to notice my struggle,” she said staring at the reddish mark on her Achilles. “It’s not that I am quick witted at all times,” Geoffrey murmured. He knelt in front of her. When she saw him suddenly kneeling on the floor, she felt the smile slipped from her eyes, lips and fell complete off her face. “You are the only person I am looking, that’s why I can notice every single details.”