Balanced And Barefoot Novels & Stories

Kylar’s movements are deft and confident as he unfastens the buckle of his belt, letting it fall away. His pants are down the strong muscles in his legs, pooling on the floor as he steps out of them. Someday, I have to tell him how much I love seeing him barefoot. I didn’t think I had a weird obsession with it, but I love how he’s already lost his socks.

I let out a long sigh when I saw that the phone wouldn't turn on. "I guess we'll have to walk back to the hotel." "But what about your heels?" the blonde said, concerned. "I won't ruin the only pair of heels I have, so..." I crouch down, unfastening my sandals. "I'll go barefoot." I stand back up, holding the straps of my heels between my fingers. "Let's go." Amelie and I began walking out of the alley, entering the avenue and gradually moving away from the nightclub. "Isn't it uncomfortable to walk barefoot?"

Ainar. He doesn’t know where he got the strength to suddenly stand up despite his wobbly legs, but suddenly he’s out and running. It’s bright, extremely so. That’s all he knows. He also knows that he’s running barefoot because he could feel the sting of rocks digging onto his soles as he ran but he did not care. He doesn’t even know where he’s going nor where he’s even coming from, all he knows is that he needs to be near that rainwater scent again.

She was exhausted but could not sleep because she felt something was missing. Branden looked down and saw Catherine standing on the floor barefoot. His gentle face twisted into a scowl. He bent to carry Catherine up again and warned her in a low voice, "Tell me if you need anything. Never walk barefoot again." Catherine even walked on the ice river barefoot during the training back then, let alone on the floor. Her feet were almost disabled because of the ice. Walking without shoes at home was nothing to her. Catherine did not care at all.

Bold, sophisticated, and ready to take on the charity gala. I slipped my feet into the designer black stiletto heels, feeling the familiar surge of confidence as the shoes transformed my posture. The sleek, pointed toes and delicate ankle straps added a touch of sophistication to my overall look. I stood up, my gaze drifting down to admire the way the heels elongated my legs, creating a stunning line from hip to toe.

"Are your feet okay?" Nate asks after a minute of us walking. I pause and look down at the forest floor. There were rocks everywhere and pine needles and spiky sticks. I was just walking over them with my bare feet without a second thought. "You know. To be honest with you, I walk around barefoot so much that I don't think my feet even have feeling anymore." "A true adventurer." Nate says with a grin. I smile and look away as we keep walking. "Hey, can I ask you something?" He asks. I nod, glancing at him. "Who was that girl? Ike wasn't interested in answering my questions after I knocked you out."

The skates were Bauer Vapor Hyperlites. Second pair. Because apparently the first pair Caleb bought weren't the right fit for Miles's "evolving stride" – his words, delivered to my mother over the phone with the casual authority of someone who'd appointed himself my brother's personal development coach.

Their disapproval lingered in the air. Some of them laughed at my bare feet. Magnus looked confused. "Adira, I bought you shoes..." I met his gaze, my voice soft. "I like to be barefoot. It helps me feel connected to the earth, to everything around me. I may not have a wolf, but when my feet touch the ground, it's like I can hear the heartbeat of the land itself." He took off his shoes. I smiled, my eyes never leaving his face. Magnus’s POV

With Jackson back at the building site, I decide to take advantage of the mild weather and go for a short walk. Again, I’m back in denim shorts, another camisole, and bare feet with my hair in a braid. I could go in and slip some shoes on, but this walking in the forest with bare feet thing is something I picked up from Talis, and it’s strangely freeing. If I wasn’t sure Jackson would lose his shit about me shifting during the day, I’d go for a run—public forest or not. But going for a run on public land is so beyond dangerous that I’m not about to risk it.

--- Sienna POV I continued practicing how to walk properly in the extremely tall high heels. “Wait, Belle, seriously… do you have somewhere else to be? You’re rushing too much. Can’t you see I’m still struggling to balance?” I complained. Belle barked at her to walk faster, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. This woman was wearing only one-inch heels and yet acted like she was walking barefoot. “Try walking faster. The slower you are, the more you’ll lose your balance.” Wow, really, Belle? If I walk fast, I’ll literally face-plant.