Fairy Boots Black Sabbath Novels & Stories

I can’t carry this entire world on my shoulders. “Alright.” Leah sat down and untied her boots. Pushing it to my feet. “Wear it. You’d freeze your damn feet if you don’t.” I was about to tell her of her own feet getting frozen when she added, “And don’t complain.” I shut my mouth and just wore her boots in. It was a nice comfortable feeling to have something warm on my feet. Surprisingly, her boots fit mine perfectly. I looked at her stand up and glanced at her feet – to my shock, she was now wearing black-colored chucks like it magically appeared. Ironically might I add since we are in a world where magic exists.

For fuck’s sake. Bloody lovesick pups. I roll my eyes as I move with purpose. A wave of my hand as the clothes I’m wearing change. Black leather skin-tight pants and a black vest top, with my black thigh high platform boots with little spike details on them. How I love these boots. Pulling my hair up into a high ponytail. I hear groans come from behind me and I chuckle at them, horny wolves. I change my attitude as I enter the prison.