Balanced And Barefoot Novels & Stories

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.

All hard muscle and controlled power. I found myself staring. He noticed. His mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded. He gestured to a wooden post in the center of the yard. "We're going to start with balance. Stand on one leg." I blinked. "What?" "Balance. It's the foundation of everything. If you can't stand, you can't fight." I walked over to the post and stood on one leg. It felt ridiculous.

He simply shifted his weight, aligning his body to block Kieran’s view of Elion completely. "Kieran," Cale said. "What?" Kieran challenged, puffing out his chest. "Your shoes," Cale said softly. Kieran blinked. "My what?" "Your shoes," Cale repeated. "Italian leather. Hand-stitched. Very expensive. But the left sole is worn down on the inside edge." Kieran looked down instinctively. "Pronation," Cale diagnosed. "A structural imbalance in the ankle. It causes knee pain, doesn't it? Especially after standing for long periods. Like during a cocktail party."

Not just the stoic Alpha persona I’ve had for the last eighteen years. The dress I chose is teal with a white asymmetrical pattern at the bottom hem, giving the illusion that it is waving in the breeze even when I’m standing still. I don’t bother with shoes. I prefer to be barefoot in my quarters. Less dust and dirt accumulate by not wearing shoes indoors, plus I like the comfortable, grounding feeling of the floor beneath my skin.