Balanced And Barefoot Novels & Stories

Before they left, they warned Adam with a thumb slashing on neck. As an answer, Adam sent them a middle finger. ‘They look like high school students who love to fight. Geez.’ Of course, knowing how Adam’s business works, I have no doubts that this is a serious and life-threatening case. ‘I survived again.’ "You can't go back and get your shoes," Adam, who's still breathing so hard, said. That was him, saying that I had to walk barefoot on the way to the condominium. I looked back at my feet and wondered how to walk with only one shoe.

He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. A clip clip sound made him direct his eyes to his foot and saw her clipping off his overgrown nails and cleaning the dirt buildup under them. He didn’t know why she was bothering with that when she knew he would still walk barefoot back to the pit. Antonio Rufus never bothered getting shoes or sandals for them. He said it was a waste of money since they would ruin it whenever they shifted anyway.

I know soon those moans will turn to screams. We walk side by side across the dock, eerily lit up by huge yellow lights. I stumble in an attempt to keep up with Andres' long strides and wince as I stub my toe. The ballet flats I'd chosen to wear had been lost when I jumped in the water. My feet are now bare and my dark blue hooded sweatshirt and thin white trousers are thoroughly soaked.

They bumped into me. My balance shifted. My body tilting forward. I tried to catch myself. Threw my weight back. But my feet in these stupid heels couldn't grip the marble properly. The smooth stone offering no friction. No purchase. My arms windmilled. Trying to find equilibrium. Trying to find anything. Couldn't.

“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?”

Felza's POV FOUR YEARS LATER “Halo, Oh my God!” I yelled, dragging her away from the kitchen. She placed her small hands on mine, trying to pull my hands away, but I shook my head and halted, “Halo, what did I tell you about trying to make a dish?” she lowered her gaze, circling her toes on the ground, “and what did I tell you about wearing your shoes.” she tucked some loose strands of her hair behind her ears, smiling from ear to ear, “Mother, walking barefooted helps me walk faster. Walking with the shoes slows me down.” I facepalmed myself and sighed, “Halo, everyone walks around with shoes. You have to get used to it.”

She insisted, “But really. I don’t mind walking barefoot.” Scarlett sighed in alleviation, but when she gazed at Kaleb’s face, she swore he saw a hint of dismay. “Scarlett,” said Kaleb. “Yes?” She answered before biting her lip. “You don’t have any shoes. We have safety and health protocols here at the hotel that everyone must strictly follow, even if my family owns the hotel chain,” Kaleb revealed, his voice deep. “You cannot… walk barefoot.” “Oh, sorry.” And just like that, Scarlett reluctantly climbed up to Kaleb’s arms, surrendering to the idea of being carried all the way up to the fortieth floor of the hotel building.

They were fluffy and unique. She liked these new clothes better, they looked great but her old clothes were comfier. Beauty must really matter in this world? She thought admiring the shoes on her little feet. The boys were given matching white sneakers. It was the right touch for what each of them wore but did it have to match? Neither of them liked wearing something that would connect the three of them. Miles and Alex hated it especially. They didn’t want to match in any aspect or any area of anything but going barefooted was not an option. They were barefooted before anyway.

I said with a firm shake of my head. Ava held out the heels “These have a 4” block heel and will make it easier for you to walk. The insole is cushioned so it won’t be painful like the other one you tried on in the past.” She pushed them towards me and shook them, “At least try them on.”

"Your shoes will stain them..." As he spoke, he took off his shoes and stepped on them barefoot. He rebuked her in a low voice, "You! You don't know how to cherish the piano at all... Your shoes are dirty. How could step on pedals with shoes on?" "I'm sorry!" Danica stuck out her tongue in embarrassment and also took off her shoes. She was wearing a pair of flat sandals and did not have socks on her feet. With a slight smile, she stepped on the pedals barefoot. The moment she stepped on them, she was very excited.