Balanced And Barefoot Novels & Stories

POV: Akayda I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. Damn you Akayda. You should have taken gym class seriously back in high school. I didn’t stop running until I felt my lungs begin to beg for air. The very second I burst out through the club doors, I quickly removed my white heels, bent down, and picked them in my hands and began running barefoot on the pavement like my life depended on it—and just so you know, my life did depend on it.

Still, if I had my own way neither would be happening. When my bare toes finally nudge his in the black sand, I keep my gaze locked on our mismatched feet. His are twice the size of mine and more deeply submerged in the soft ground. I hunch my shoulders protectively, waiting for the inevitable blows and praying they will only be verbal.

I snatched my phone from Daniel and said breezily, "My best friend. I put her down as 'Babe' for the fun of it." I felt Daniel's suspicious gaze on me as I padded out to the balcony to take the call. I didn't know why Silas was calling me now of all times. "Is something wrong?" I heard the sound of glass hitting a hard surface, followed by Silas' tired voice. "Nothing. I'm just tired and wanted to hear your voice. Have you gone through the prenuptial agreement yet?"

“After all it's not like he would hurt her, and maybe she could get Theron to talk to her again” Mj looked down at her shoes and groaned, “did she really have to wear them?” Mj groaned “it's not like she could really get hurt if she didn't,” she thought “worse case she got a cut on her foot and the wolf in her healed her almost faster then she could feel the pain of the injury so what was the harm really in freeing herself from the bondage of shoes?” Mj giggled to herself thinking about how liberating it really felt being barefoot and braless.

I couldn’t move anything but my legs. But then shifted the balance: like a large bear that was too heavy for the tree it had climbed and tipped the tree over, he used his weight to tip the scales, forcing me over and reaching his feet to the ground. He landed in a low crouch, practically a squat. Meanwhile I had been launched sideways like his attack had begun, my arms pinned to my sides, caught like a fish horizontally, flapping helplessly while he had gripped me, his weight balanced beneath him low to the ground.

I opened the laces and threw my shoes away and started running on my bare feet. "It's fine Iris. It's fine." I mumbled under my breath and gave a pep talk to myself. "Lots of people Practice on bare feet... It is just a ground, Iris..." I scolded myself again for being such a fragile girl. "Ah...." I screamed in pain when I felt some sharp stone piercing through my skin. Some foreign objects eventually scratched my feet and the sharp pain shot through my body. Limping a little I chose to ignore all such pain and kept on running.

Finn Leans Back “Okay,” he says. Like that settles something. It Does Not because the answer is perfect— but because it’s consistent. Later—Outside Again It’s not about the space anymore. But they still go— because they like it. A Different Kind of Game No sticks this time. No running. Just— balance. The Setup A fallen log. Slightly uneven. Just enough to matter. Finn Goes First Of course. Steps up. Wobbles immediately. “Easy,” he says.

I could only imagine what the bottom of my feet looked like now that I was running bare-footed on sharp rocks and pine needles. “She better be,” Nathan boomed from behind me before I would answer. Nathan wore his normal gray sweats I had seen many times before, but I couldn't tear my eyes from his bare chest. His perfectly sculpted muscles made my heart flutter in anticipation, despite our current circumstances. I looked closer when my eyes rested on a dark patch on the left of his stomach. As he came closer, I noticed two small puncture wounds at the top of the steady blood flow coming from his left abdomen.

“Thank you so much for visiting Elite San Antonio, and I hope your experience with us was pleasurable. Good night Mr. and Mrs. Porter,” Arianna said with a tight smile on her face. She had worked a double that day, and her dogs were barking, courtesy of her Chanel patent leather pumps. Normally, Arianna wouldn’t have dreamed of purchasing something so expensive, but a coworker put her on a luxury consignment website with reasonable prices on luxury name-brand clothing and shoes. The plus side was that Arianna could pay in monthly installments, saving her from pinching pennies at the end of the month.

I could hear an intake of gasps from around me, and I’m pretty sure I was one of them because that was unexpected. “Standing on the tips of your feet is not only damaging to your feet, but it also makes you unstable, just as Cecilia had told you. It also makes it easier for you to twist your ankle once you lose balance,” Madam Isa continued, narrowing her eyes at Vivian, whose face was growing increasingly redder by the second. “Who even told you that it was customary to walk like that?” Vivian was stunned speechless, her eyes never leaving Madam Isa.