Balanced And Barefoot Novels & Stories

“I noticed none of us were provided with shoes.” It wasn’t a question, but he understood the question behind it. I looked down and realized that even though he was dressed, he was still barefoot as well. “Yes, everyone will be barefoot for the ceremony. It connects us to nature and those we have lost who are now one with the earth.” It was a beautiful sentiment. -----

I have to say, my feet did look pretty in them. “Now get up and walk around a bit in them. Let your feet get used to them,” she instructed, offering me her hand. I took it and got up. data-p-id=8f1dde529f06fe9cf9a0b9fb17c6cd09,I tried taking a step or two and stumbled a bit but didn't give up. I let go of Hannah's hand and strode around the room, getting used to them bit by bit. Pretty soon, my balance was stable and I was taking elegant steps.

And finally, she stepped into the heavy, rugged combat boots she had scraped together every last coin to buy—footwear designed for harsh terrain and punishing labor. The boots were startlingly heavy. When she lowered her weight onto them, a dull, solid thud echoed through the room. Unlike light sneakers, these boots were built with thick rubber lug soles and reinforced steel toes, intended for tracking through the dense, unforgiving wilderness of the northern mountains. They instantly added an inch or two to her height, but more importantly, they completely transformed her physical presence. Instead of the light, hesitant steps of a timid girl, she now planted her feet with a heavy, delibera

Greta didn't answer she winced at the pain in her feet. "What the fuck? why are you barefoot? where are your shoes? Greta grimaced, "I think I gave them to the homeless..... ******

expensive. Instantly realising this, I pull my hand back and look up at Nyall, “I can’t.” Nyall’s brows draw together at that, “Why not?” “I’m used to walking barefoot,” I say, hoping that’s enough. I can't let him give me these, I'll feel like a burden. However his eyebrows slant then, and his eyes narrow. “That isn’t a reason. That’s a habit.” Hearing that I lower my head, murmuring before I can stop myself, “It’s the way for lowly Omegas.”

We knew how much she longed to find hers. I averted my eyes and frowned when I noticed everyone was barefoot. There was no way they would be walking across the rough ground without shoes on. “My mate has an ability, which will transport us immediately to our destination. That way you don’t have to cut your feet. All of us here can attest to the fact that it’s completely safe.” Our people all nodded. “Is that okay with you all?”

I was at risk of being caught if any of the pack members decided to go for a run on that side of the woods. Somehow, by sheer luck, I made it out of the pack without getting cut, and even though it wasn’t a bag full of clothes, the night dress had helped hide my nakedness a great deal, and I had long given up on finding a slipper to wear. Over time, I’ve gotten used to walking barefoot and ignoring the way the dried fallen tree branches, twigs, and any sort of object pricked the sole of my foot. There are far more dangerous things to worry about when you are alone and five months pregnant in no man's land.

“Okay. I guess you’ll need some time getting used to those shoes. I’ll be going then.” I just nodded. That gay kept running his mouth as he pleased. Girl, I can feed you to the sharks! I stumbled a lot as I tried to practice walking. Never did I expect I had to learn to walk again. Huhu. Can’t I just wear my doll shoes? “Don’t put all your weight to your feet. Straighten you poise and walk like you’re in the air! What mountain did you come from anyway?” “Sorry. But I can wear flat shoes too.”

Two minutes later, Aiden asked "are you done?" "What are you not telling me?" Aiden sighed. "They are unfounded…" "What. Are. You. Not. Telling. Me?" "I'm coming over. I'll tell you in person." ***** Maddie pulled off her shoes and sighed in relief. Shoes were a torment. Tight, pinching shoes, hell itself. She heard somewhere that in the beginning man walked barefooted and naked, until a wimp of a man and greedy-eyed woman fell. If she got her hands on them, she was going to wrong their necks.

ALAYNA’s POV The second the banquet ends, I yank my heels off. “Finally,” I breathe, wiggling my sore toes in the cool grass. Those heels were instruments of torture. Ezra chuckles beside me, reaching for his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. “I’ve come to realize how much you love going around barefoot.” “That’s because those fancy heels hurt,” I mutter, grateful for the warmth of his jacket. “You try stuffing your feet into those medieval foot prisons and smiling through it.”