Achilles Heel Novels & Stories

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.

He was still thinking how to get in the city without so getting attention, when his right foot slipped on a sharp rock. Ginika let out a loud cry as a sharp pain traveled to his body from his right heel. Tears were already pouring out from his eyes as he held the leg and gnashed his teeth. The point was pulsing. Aside from that, he could also feel movement on the heel, and it seemed as if something was walking up, from the wounded leg to his body. He panicked as the realization hit him that he might have been beaten by a snake. Dropping the leg, he struggled with the girdle that held the pelt on his waist.

I asked, my back still facing him. “You didn't seem bothered by the name a few days ago.” “A lot can change within days.” He sighed, “What changed?” ignoring him, I sat on the bed, my left leg mid-air and I pulled out the heels from my arching sole. I wriggled my foot around slowly for relief. It helped a little but legs above my head, on the wall helped a lot better. An exercise that helps send blood flowing back to my body whenever I wear heels for a long time.

“Jungle foot.” “Huh?” I look at him quizzically. “Jungle foot, or foot rot. It’s from wearing your boots too long and sweating. Our soldiers in Cambiador get this when we go on ruck marches, and they can’t shift.” “Doesn’t their counterpart heal them?”

"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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