Ezra Miller Feet Novels & Stories

“I'm going there now. Keep an eye on Mila!” Ezra jumped up quickly and grabbed his black shirt. He shoved his cell phone into his trouser pocket and pulled on the shirt. He cursed in annoyance that he needed to put on his shoes and coat before he could dart away to Mila's apartment which was twenty minutes away at top speed. "What's wrong with Milla? Is everything all right?” Felix followed behind him, looking frantic and very annoying. Even when Ezra was putting on his coat, Felix almost got an elbow from Ezra.

I took the box marked with my size off the shelf and went to the little bench to sit down and put them on. My feet practically wept for joy when I stepped out of the wretched stilettos, shoes Ezra said were definitely ‘fuck me’ shoes. I’m not sure any sort of shoe would make a girl more accessible to his massive cock. I’m pretty sure that thing would rip most girls in half. I couldn’t help my excitement once I had laced and tied the running shoes. “Now these are what I call shoes,” I grinned, then stood to check the fit better.

“Daniel Mercer. On paper, nothing special. He owns a small hardware store in Ridgefield. Divorced a few years back, no kids. No priors, no arrests, no debts. Pays taxes on time, utilities steady. Looks like a man who goes home after closing shop and eats frozen dinners in front of the TV.” Killian’s knuckles tightened on the steering wheel. Ordinary. Too ordinary. “Address.” Ezra rattled it off. Then, after a pause: “killian… he doesn’t look like someone who belongs in this world. I’ve seen ghosts with heavier footprints.” Killian cut the line without answering. He didn’t need Ezra’s doubts circling his head.

Miller. "What the hell were you thinking, stepping on my foot, Ella?" Mr. Miller growled. I merely grinned in response. "You deserved it. Why did your leg touch mine, Mr. Miller? I know what you're trying to do, but I'm uninterested. We have a professional relationship now, nothing more," I snapped, thankful we were in a private room where I could freely express my thoughts. Mr. Miller was about to retort when Aisha returned.

He exited his room while holding the leash. Ezra felt a sense of relief as soon as he stepped outside. Since the estate was home to many celebrities, he knew he wouldn't be bothered there. The security was tight, and not just anyone could enter the estate. He continued his walk and aimed to clear his mind. He would soon be heading to work to earn more money. The last thing he wanted was for his mental health to suffer. Ezra got home right at seven o'clock. He took a shower and got dressed for work. Milan arrived with his morning coffee as usual. "Good morning, sir. I suppose it's time for us to leave," Milan said, picking up his bag from the table.

The pressure was so intense that Melanie winced in pain, her eyes widening in shock. "Ezra, it hurts! Please... ease up!" she gasped, but all she received in return was his cold, mocking laugh. With a swift motion, Ezra yanked Melanie toward the door, dragging her helplessly behind him. Her 4-inch-high heels, meant to enhance her allure, clattered on the floor as she stumbled, struggling to keep up. Without a second glance, Ezra tossed her out into the cold hallway, her body hitting the floor with a thud.