Achilles Heel Novels & Stories

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" In my previous life, it was this so-called Invincible Spiral that let the opposing striker cut right through our rotating midfield in the opening group match and score five goals before halftime. At two in the afternoon, I went to the medical office. Theodore pressed his fingers against the Achilles tendon on my right ankle and whispered, "Mauricio said yesterday that everyone at this training camp has to pass the physical. No exceptions." He picked up a pen and asked, "Are you sure you want to make trouble at a time like this?" I rolled up my pant leg and revealed the old scar on my Achilles tendon. "Then I'll write that your old injury has flared up and you can't participate in intense m

We didn’t do anything, but why are you acting like we have done something wrong? Eventually, the sound of footsteps became too faint to be heard. Hailey pointed to the couch inside the room and said, “Little Brother, help me over there.” Alex steadied her while she hopped in her high heels. As a result, tragedy happened. Crack! Her other good leg was sprained hard and her shoe heel was nearly broken. Half of her heel was removed from the shoe. If it weren't for Alex holding onto her, she would have suffered a heavy fall.

"Your ankle? Let's treat it right away." "No...My heart...It hurts...hurts so much." I cried as I hug my heels. Even though it was my ankle that was bleeding, it was my heart that was severely hurt. ***

There was no one left in the company now, just them. Nina clasped her hands lightly, her aura still strong. Exiting the company's front door, she wrenched her heels. Keith subconsciously held her up, "Are you okay?" Nina frowned and looked down at her foot, her ankle was swollen, the heel of her high heel embedded into the ground and broke.

Chapter 6 Andrea's Pov. I entered the company as many people were roaming, things were kind of busy though. I ran quickly as my eyes searched around for the receptionist location, I'm 30 minutes late, my ankle is really aching me thanks to my heels. I heard a sound below as I stopped running immediately, oh no!!! The sole of one pair of my heel broke. "Oh no!!! What am I going to do?" I muttered. I took the second heel as I broke it also

So I never tried to make her like him either. I straightened my legs stretching my feet and nearly screaming out when I feel a cramp coming at the bottom of my soles. Heels weren’t my friends anymore. Not that they were ever my friends to begin with. God, I hated them on a good day. My ankles and feet protested daily. I don’t even want to speak about my thighs. But wearing a pair of heels costing more than people make in a year I dare not to complain about my discomfort.

She'd done what she had a great time to humiliate me. I stood up from my seat, dragging my legs to the restroom. It hurt. My legs.... It hurt so badly. I knew they couldn't cope with heels, yet I was trying to fit everyone's standard. The spiral staircase seemed like miles away. Each step felt like a tiny betrayal. My toes curled against the cold marble as I climbed, trying my best to keep up the pace without stumbling. Down the hallway was worse... The pain got unbearable. I quickly removed the heels, holding them in my hands. Barefoot on cold marble was better than torturing myself further.

When that man noticed something was off with the situation, he hurriedly used both hands to block the attack. Boom!!! A muffled sound was heard. A huge force knocked that man off his feet. The effect of that attack was like when Achilles blasted an enemy away with his fist. Achilles’ subordinate’s blood spurted in the air before his body landed on the ground. He died on the spot.

I jerked my arm. He didn’t let go. My shoe caught again. This time the heel snapped clean off. I lurched sideways.