Blushing And Kicking My Feet Novels & Stories

I turn to her again. Before anyone can think it, I run up to her a little,lifting myself up the air with one leg and smacking her in the face with the other. She crashes against the wall behind her, sliding to the floor. Lilia screams, running to her side. “I should thank you. I’ve been looking for an outlet for all this pent-up frustration.” I talk breathlessly. The kick took a lot from me and two of my toes are definitely bruised but I stand tall and confident.

My feet seem to fail me when the distance between him and I grows bigger. My frown grows when it feels like my body is slowing down and I'm not moving fast enough. I blink hard and shake my head, when my head starts getting a little fuzzy. What is happening to me? " Excuse me-ah!" I gasp in surprise when a hand shoves me from behind yet again. I stumble forward and almost trip on my feet. I bump into a person in the process. Had the situation been less serious, I would have referred to this person as a human wall.

I did not want Anna to see me being pointed at and insulted like this. That was the only dignity I had left. As I was trying to leave in grief, someone maliciously stuck out his foot and tripped me, causing me to fall to the floor. The food that had spilled earlier smeared all over me. Marvin covered his nose, looking faintly disgusted. "Alright, let him leave." "Did you hear that? Hurry up and get out!" "Do you think an animal like you deserves to show up in a place like this?!" I climbed up numbly. I did not know who it was, but someone stretched out a leg and pressed it hard against my back.

Her nails dig deeper into me , making me flinch and bite my teeth. “ Yes…I am going for a walk…want to join me?” she says evilly , smirking at me. I look at her with a face full of confusion. Only when she started backing away while holding onto me , did I realize what was happening. The pressure I placed on my foot to preventing me from being dragged along with her , causes my injured foot to dig into the ground pushing the shards deeper into it. No matter how hard I tried , my strength on my foot started plummeting. Involuntarily , I placed my left foot directly onto the shards – piercing my other foot. I looked down to the ground , and all I saw were crystal glass pieces swimming in a pud

That had reverberated from the Alpha's lips. The warmth. I was finding it hard to think of anything else. And I frowned at myself for blushing red, when my mother was dying pale. The shame consumed me, and I groaned louder; lifting myself off the bed, and throwing my hands in my hair. Pulling at it like it was made wrong, and biting my teeth like I was checking it in the mirror. I kicked at a stool that stood close by, and sent it flying as far as my feet could move it. Making it shake but not fall. As I tapped the stool with the balls of my feet instead of shoving it with my toes; because I was too scared to stub them.

As soon as he is back under the covers, I curl up to him and put my ice-cold feet under his legs causing him to jump since he can feel it through the pants he has on. “Are your feet made of ice woman? Jeez they are freezing.” He commented trying to find a way to warm my feet faster. I giggled looking up at him. He stopped trying to cover my feet and brought his hand up to gentle trace the side of my face with his fingertips. “Your laugh is like music to my ears.” He told me. I blushed again. I can’t seem to stop doing that around this man. What is wrong with me? Nyx: It’s because you like him silly.

I blush turning around "Oh I'm sorry is my little Mari blushing" My mom comes rushing towards me and turns me around "Nope I don't blush, it's just hay fever" I start squeezing the bridge of my nose and she scoffs hitting my shoulder "Well I'll put these flowers in a vase" She picks up the flowers and starts humming some lullaby

“ Haven't you learned your lesson yet? James’ voice carried a teasing edge, but I refused to react. I sat still, pretending not to notice as he pulled a sock over my foot. My silence didn’t fool him. A sudden sensation—light, fleeting—brushed against the sole of my foot. Twice. I gasped. My entire body tensed as a sharp jolt of ticklish agony shot through me. Heat rushed to my face as I instinctively curled inward, seeking refuge in the closest safe haven—his arms. "No—James—!" My voice came out in a half-gasp, half-laugh, already pleading for mercy. I wasn’t afraid of tickles on my armpits, neck, or waist, but my feet? My feet were my weakness.

Then my lips met the curve of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, and for a second — just a second — she melted. I could feel her body war with itself. A small, involuntary moan escaped her lips. My hands moved higher, instinctively following the path I’d imagined in so many reckless, sleepless nights. I was about to reach further when pain exploded in my foot. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, stepping back, grasping my now throbbing foot. Jesus Christ, she'd kicked me with what had to be 8-inch heels. "Oh no! Are you okay? You know how clumsy I am, I'm so, so sorry," she said, her face an impossible mix of concern and sheer deviltry.

Albeit the shock and confusion, I struggle to get to my feet before my butt slams on the cold floor while he stands a safer distance away from me. Scantily clad and totally taken in by his actions, I look like a mess as I steady my shaking self to my fluttering feet. My nipples are painfully itching, so I had to run my hands over them to at least soothe the itching —a terrible idea. I discharge my hands and shoot at this... Confusing Jerk!